#I finally asked in the group chat app and asked

[t4kalcvr]

VAMOS A BAILAR — k. tsukishima smau

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ S2, EP 8 . my sleepover king

Yamaguchi’s sitting cross-legged beside you, scrolling through his phone and giggling to himself.

“Okay, okay—look at this meme,” he says, turning his phone toward you.

You lean closer. “If it’s another Hinata fail compilation, I’ve already seen it.”

Yamaguchi snorts. “No—wait—actually, this one—”

He tries to scroll to the next image, but his thumb fumbles, and instead, he opens his Messages app. Your eyes catch the name of the chat at the top:

“gossip girls ✨🪩”

You freeze.

Yamaguchi doesn’t notice until you start laughing. “Wait. Is that seriously the name of your group chat?”

He panics. “No—wait—I mean—please don’t—!!”

But it’s too late. You’ve already taken the phone from his hands, ignoring his quiet gasps of horror as you scroll up.

“‘Do they even care that we’re emotionally devastated?’” you read aloud, laughter bubbling in your chest. “‘Used and discarded like crusts on pizza’—Oh my god, was that Nishinoya??”

Yamaguchi buries his face in his hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that…”

“‘I hope the electricity goes out.’” You pause. “That was Tsukki, wasn’t it?”

“…Yeah.”

You glance up, eyes trailing toward Tsukishima across the gym. He’s got his headphones in, sitting against the wall near Sugawara, watching something on his phone. He doesn’t look like he’s sulking, but there’s a tension in his shoulders you recognize all too well.

You scroll further. Your laughter fades.

Tsukishima: “Some of us weren’t born with the gift of shameless manipulation. Must be nice.”

“…Was that about Tendou?” you ask quietly.

Yamaguchi doesn’t answer right away. Then, soft as ever, “he didn’t like the idea of you staying… there. Without him.”

Your fingers go still on the screen.

❝ later ❞

You catch Tsukishima during a water break. He’s sitting alone, earbuds in, watching the others mess around on the court. You walk up, and he notices you before you say anything.

One earbud comes out, but he doesn’t say a word.

You raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t know I made you form a whole grief support group.”

His mouth twitches. “Yamaguchi can’t keep a secret to save his life.”

You smile, but your heart’s doing cartwheels.

“I wasn’t trying to ignore you,” you say after a moment. “I just didn’t want you to think I was… picking sides.”

He shrugs. “You didn’t have to explain anything.”

“I wanted to.”

“Why?”

You hesitate.

“…Because I don’t like the idea of you thinking I’d rather be around Tendou than you.”

That makes him go still.

He looks at you now—really looks at you—and says, “You kind of acted like it.”

Ouch.

“I didn’t mean to,” you say quietly.

“I know.”

Silence falls between you.

You glance down at the Gatorade bottle in his hand, then back up at him. “For what it’s worth… I didn’t exactly sleep well. I kept thinking about that chat. The crusts one especially.”

“That was Nishinoya,” he mutters.

“I figured. Yours was the one about manipulation.”

He doesn’t respond.

“…You jealous?” you ask lightly, voice teasing.

He gives you a look. “Would it matter if I was?”

You pause, heart hammering. “…Maybe.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Maybe?”

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know. Depends. You jealous or not?”

Tsukishima exhales slowly. “That’s a loaded question.”

“And you’re avoiding it.”

“I’m not avoiding it.”

“So answer it.”

Another beat of silence.

Then, finally, “I’m… not good at that kind of thing.”

You tilt your head. “Jealousy?”

He glances away. “Feelings.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

You could say it. Right here. Right now.

But instead, you say, “lucky for you… I’m pretty fluent in passive-aggressive flirting.”

Tsukishima huffs a laugh under his breath.

“Then maybe,” he says slowly, “you’ll get the hint the next time I want you to stay with me instead.”

And before you can say anything else, he pushes off the wall and walks away—leaving your heart in your throat and your thoughts spinning.

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[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

So here’s how my day’s gone so far: woke up and realized I had used the last can of cat food last night but didn’t have time to go to the store bc I had to go check out at school. Drove to school to collect the last of my stuff and get all the stupid signatures I needed to say I did everything i was supposed to do which took forever bc everyone I needed signatures from were all over the place and there were all these stupid “oh you can’t do x until you do y”. Then the teacher who’s moving into my room next year was already there moving shit around and was joking and laughing while deciding how she wanted her room to look like. When I finally finished everything and went to get my last signature, the bitch ass AP didn’t say “thanks for your hard work” “good luck” or even “sorry it didn’t work out” she just said “okay you’re good to go.” Bitch??? And then I leave not even saying bye to anyone bc fuck these assholes and I get on the interstate bc I was almost out of gas and this moron was going slow and i thought the far right lane was one that ends bc it merges but when I realized it wasn’t I got over and he lays on his horn for some fucking reason (I didn’t cut him off or anything like??) and then I finished going the half mile to the gas station. This motherfucker follows me and circles around the gas station so he can flip me off. I hate the moronic assholes that live in this goddamn city. Play in traffic. Juggle cacti. Shove a poison ivy up your ass. Etc.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Self-Aware!Sylus x Down-bad!Player

Sylus becoming aware he is a character in a game and now he’s aware of you as well. A modern day Romeo & Juliet story here …. A tragic love story A/N: Don’t fight me [Requested by: Anon]

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Self-Aware!Sylus who realizes he’s in a game when he can sense your energy on the other side of a phantom wall. He can hear you squealing when he calls you honey and you're radiating happiness when you send him random emojis.

Self-Aware!Sylus who finally sees you when he happens to be looking around during a photoshoot and sees your shocked face when he makes eye contact. He smirks and turns back to the in-game version of you. “Why are you out there?” You dropped your phone and stared at it in shock. Did Sylus just ….. talk to you? You muttered a low ‘Hello?’ but got no response. You brushed it off as you just being tired and on the game too long.

Self-Aware!Sylus who manages to create a keyboard in your chat so he can actually text you. You were so confused when you opened it and it allowed you to type without just pressing a prompt. You gave it a spin with a quick ‘Hey Sylus’ something simple. Of course the message was read immediately and he replied with a ‘Hello [your name]’ you stared at the screen in shock not knowing if this was a new update or if you were just going crazy.

Self-Aware!Sylus who chuckles when he sees you pouting because you didn’t get his card so when you close the app and lay down he gifts you the card himself. You opened the app and the first thing Sylus says to you is “I don’t like seeing you sad, check your memories I left a gift for you”. When you open your memories you see that you not only got his most recent card but all of his five star memories. “What's happening here?” “You’re smile is so captivating I just had to see it again”

Self-Aware!Sylus who opens the app randomly throughout the day so he can see you “I haven’t seen you all day what are you doing?” causing you to snatch your phone off the table because he always seems to catch you when you’re at work or around a group of people. “Sylus I'm at work I'll call you when I get off” he crosses his arms and seems to be pouting? “I don’t like how much you have to work I don’t see you as often” “Well not all of us are billionaires some of us work for said billionaires to make a living” “I wish I could take care of you….” “You and me both”

Self-Aware!Sylus who teases you when he wins a game of kitty cards or who uses his evol to get every stuffed animal for you when you get frustrated. “You sure do wear your heart on your sleeves sweetie”

Self-Aware!Sylus who stares directly at you when you’re doing a photoshoot with your in-game MC “Sylus focus on her so I can get the picture” “I want to focus on you though” “She is me” “…..she’s not”

Self-Aware!Sylus who tells you not to fall in love because he’s not real, but he falls head over heels in love with you anyway. From the late night conversations of you explaining your world to him and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He can’t help it one night when you’re up late on the phone as always he just has to ask “Do you love me?” you’re shocked by his question, but swiftly answer with a shy “Yea I do”

Sylus: I thought we agreed not to fall in love Y/N: I was already in love you just noticed late Sylus: I believe I fell harder You giggled as something somber settled in your chest. Y/N: We’ll never truly be together you know? Sylus: I know and yet I continue to long for you …. I wish I could kiss you Y/N: I wish you could too…..

Self-Aware!Zayne Self-Aware!Xavier Self-Aware!Rafayel Self-Aware!Caleb

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[domjaehyun]

under the influence (l.dh) — TEASER

PAIRING ▸ stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ▸ 11.1k in the fic, 907 in the teaser WARNINGS ▸ a hint of dubcon, pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ▸ FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ▸ here’s a preview of Under the Influence 😁 the full fic will hopefully be up by October 7th on my Patreon, but if you’re not subscribed to me there, then it’ll be out on here on October 23rd :) enjoy!

“Pretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?” Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. “Okay,” he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. “I have something for you.” he says before standing up and heading back to his room.

He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so it’s ghosting just over your shoulders. “Bite,” he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. “Bite,” he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.

“Is it an edible?” you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him. 

“Yes. Bite.” It’s not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, you’re more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. It’s sweet and sugary, but there’s a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. “See, you don’t mind sharing with me, right?”

You don’t answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.

you [18:11pm] SOS you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?

You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves. 

Little do you know, your phone buzzes while you’re gone, Haechan’s curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over. 

Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you don’t have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.

yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him 😁 karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass?? yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldn’t help it the joke was right there yeri berry [18:18pm] you’re laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and you’re laughing.

Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.

“What’s got you all upset, pretty?” Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. “And now you’re jumpy, too? What’s on that phone that’s got you so stressed out, hm?” 

“Nothing,” you answer far too quickly for your liking. 

“I don’t think it’s nothing,” Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you can’t quite place. “I think there’s something incriminating on that phone.”

“Incriminating?” you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin. 

“Incriminating like… nudes, maybe,” he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. “That must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort… from a friend…” You freeze as you realize exactly what’s going on, and Haechan’s grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. “Wonder what you look like when you… how did she put it? ‘Get all touchy touchy with yourself’ to the thought of me.” 

“Haechan,” you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is.” he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound. 

“What were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?” you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.

“I’m nosy,” is all he offers in response. “And, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,” he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, “you touch your pretty little pussy,” he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, “and think about me.”

“Could you lower your voice, please?” you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.

“You don’t want everyone to know that you’re into me, do you?” he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. “I’ll keep your little secret. For a price.”

You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. “What price?”

He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. “I’ll let you know.” His voice is teasing but there’s an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.

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[wordsmeetwbb]

Messy

Word count: 2.3k

Content: smut, fluff

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: March Paige has inspired me to write! I know all you freaks want more smut so here's something to tide you over until I have time to get something longer out. Unfortunately it's midterm season for me so it might be a minute, but enjoy this in the meantime! Send in the reactions as always!

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Azzi is fast asleep on Paige’s chest. Her face is relaxed, features soft and peaceful as deep breaths whistle in and out through her lips. Paige is entranced. Her eyes trace Azzi’s jawline, the outline of her lips, the curve of her nose, the gentle arch of her brows, her lashes resting on her cheeks. Paige can’t help herself. She reaches out with the arm that isn’t trapped under Azzi’s body and brushes a brunette curl off Azzi’s forehead. Azzi snuggles closer into Paige’s body.

Then Azzi is shifting again, her eyelids fluttering as she rises to the surface of consciousness. Paige brings one hand up to cup Azzi’s jaw, thumb brushing gently over the soft skin of her cheek. Azzi smiles, eyes still closed. Paige quickly kisses her lips, and the brunette hums in contentment.

“Did you have a good nap, baby?” Paige whispers. Azzi nods and puckers her lips, silently begging for another kiss. And, well, Paige hasn’t been able to say no to Azzi since they met at 15. She’s not going to start now.

Paige kisses Azzi again, more solidly this time but still chaste. Azzi breaks the kiss, not because she wants to but because her smile has stretched too wide to keep kissing her girlfriend.

“What time is it?” Azzi asks. Her voice is heartbreakingly soft. Paige could drown in it.

“No idea. We got time, though. Don’t got anywhere to be today,” Paige murmurs. Azzi nods, satisfied with the answer, and then shifts so that she’s straddling Paige’s hips. Her knees press into the sheets of Paige’s bed as she leans down, pressing barely-there kisses to Paige’s jaw. Paige lets out a sigh and tilts her head back to give the shorter girl more room to work. Azzi laces one hand with Paige’s in thanks as she nibbles on the shell of Paige’s ear. Paige breathes out heavily.

Azzi keeps making her way across Paige’s skin. Her plush lips brush across her girlfriend’s neck gently first before her kisses turn rougher, sucking lightly at the blonde’s pulse point.

“Shit. Feels so good, Az,” Paige praises. Azzi smiles into Paige’s skin and sucks a new mark into the hinge of her jaw. Paige can feel herself getting wet. She knows that by now there must be a dark patch on her gray boxers, just from Azzi’s mouth on her throat. Paige whimpers involuntarily and bucks her hips up, desperate for a little bit of friction.

It makes Azzi moan but doesn’t distract her from her mission to mark up Paige’s skin as much as possible. She’s moved on to dragging her tongue in lines up Paige’s neck. It leaves both of them wet with saliva and more than a little bit turned on.

“So pretty,” Azzi murmurs when she finally pulls back to admire her handiwork. Paige’s neck gleams in the dim light of her bedroom, fresh hickeys dotted around Paige’s jawline and collarbones. Paige’s eyes flutter shut just long enough for Azzi to lean towards the nightstand at the side of Paige’s bed and grab her phone. Her movement stirs Paige from her Azzi-induced haze, and she drags her eyelids open.

Azzi raises her phone and swipes into the camera app, looking for Paige’s nod of approval before taking the picture. The flash lights the room, reflecting off the spit drying on Paige’s neck and catching her blue eyes. Azzi bites her lip and takes another, changing the angle of her phone just slightly. Paige squirms under Azzi’s weight, her pupils blown out even with the light from the camera. Then Azzi giggles, switches her camera to 0.5x, and brings the phone closer to Paige’s face.

Paige scrunches her eyebrows together, pouting as Azzi takes the picture.

“I’m gonna send that to the group chat,” Azzi teases. Paige’s face reddens.

“You can’t! They already think we’re gross,” Paige argues. Azzi grins and turns the phone around to show Paige the picture. The older girl laughs despite herself as she looks at the silly picture. The light from the flash only makes the bruises on her skin look darker, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find it ridiculously hot.

“Fuck,” Paige mumbles, eyes still tracing over the marks, the way her skin glistens, the already fucked-out look in her eyes. Azzi hadn’t even touched her yet, and she looked like they’d been at it for hours. Azzi set her phone back on the nightstand, her hips shifting on Paige’s as she moved. Paige threw her head back into the pillow, her hands grabbing at Azzi’s hips and pulling her down against herself more solidly.

Azzi’s eyes flutter, dark lashes casting shadows against her cheeks. She leans down and kisses Paige, licking into her open mouth. Paige feels helpless like this under Azzi. The younger girl’s tongue moves slowly, and their lips drag against each other messily. Paige is already panting when Azzi takes Paige’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugs gently. It pulls a moan from deep within her chest.

Paige moves her hands from Azzi’s hips so that one comes to rest on her ass, squeezing roughly, and the other one slides into Azzi’s curls at the base of her neck. She tugs on her hair gently, knowing it’ll get Azzi even more bothered than she already is, hoping to hurry things along a little bit as Azzi continues to intertwine their tongues.

Azzi whines just like Paige expected, a string of spit trailing between their open mouths. Paige has had enough.

“Gotta fuck you, ‘kay baby?” Azzi nods quickly, her curls bouncing with the action. Paige changes their position smoothly, sliding herself up to rest against the headboard and dragging Azzi back to sit between her legs so her back is against Paige’s chest. “Can I take these off?” Paige asks softly, pulling at the waistband of the shorts Azzi is wearing. Azzi nods again, but it’s not enough for Paige.

“Words, honey,” she prompts.

“Yes, yes, take them off.” Paige smiles and places a gentle kiss on Azzi’s bare shoulder as she tugs the shorts off. Her hand then trails down to rest on the black cotton of Azzi’s panties, her fingertips dragging over the wet patch on the fabric.

“You already this wet for me, Az? Haven’t even touched you. You got yourself this worked up just from kissin’ me, baby?” Paige teases. Azzi presses her head back into Paige’s collarbone and lets out a groan.

“Yeah,” she breathes. Paige feels giddy.

“Poor baby. You just want it so bad, don’t you? Couldn’t help it but get so turned on,” she mocks. Azzi’s cheeks warm, and she’s grateful that Paige can’t see her face in this position because she’s sure it would just lead to more teasing. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna make you feel so good,” Paige coos. Azzi nods and presses her hips towards Paige’s hand. Paige wraps her other arm around Azzi’s torso, holding her firmly in place. Azzi whines, feeling far more desperate than she should.

“Shh… It’s okay, honey. I’m gonna make it feel better,” Paige comforts as her fingers dip under the waistband of Azzi’s panties. She drags a few lazy circles around Azzi’s clit first, pulling a high pitched whine from the younger girl. Then she trails her fingers down through her folds.

“Fuck. So wet. She’s fucking soaked for me. Wants it so bad, right baby?” It’s all Azzi can do to nod and beg for more. Paige obliges. She’s not in the mood to tease today.

Paige slips one finger into Azzi’s dripping cunt easily and begins to thrust in and out. Azzi arches her back a little, trying to get closer, but Paige just tightens her arm around her stomach.

It only takes a few minutes before Azzi is begging Paige for another finger, and then the blonde is sliding in another one next to the first. She doesn’t give Azzi any time to adjust to the stretch that comes with the added girth before she continues slipping her fingers in and out. Azzi moans louder this time, and Paige shushes her.

“Shh, baby. Allie and Jana might be home. Don’t want them to hear how good you’re takin’ me, do you?” Azzi shakes her head but the thought of being caught makes her pussy clench around Paige’s fingers. Paige smirks but doesn’t comment.

Instead she brings her thumb to Azzi’s clit, drawing tight circles around the puffy bud. Azzi tries and fails to hold back her whimper. That’s when Paige’s hand that had been resting against Azzi’s stomach moves up to rest against Azzi’s throat. Azzi’s eyes roll back in her head with just the warm presence of Paige’s skin.

Azzi manages to get her noises under control somehow so that the only sound in the room is Paige’s fingers sliding in and out of Azzi’s cunt. Her slick is dripping onto the sheets, down Paige’s hand, down her thighs. It’s messy and usually Azzi would care, but Paige is fucking her so steady and solid that she’s not even thinking about it.

“Close, Paige- please,” Azzi begs. She’s panting, her abs taut as the tension deep in her stomach gets hotter.

“I gotchu, honey. Just let go for me. You got it,” Paige urges. And really, Azzi is so, so close, but she just can’t quite get herself there. She whines in frustration, arching her back in an attempt to get more. Paige doesn’t change her pace, doesn’t change the force, doesn’t rush the circles she’s still making around Azzi’s clit. Instead, she takes the hand that has been a comforting presence on Azzi’s neck and squeezes.

That’s all it takes for Azzi to start shaking uncontrollably, back arching and hips bucking as she comes all over Paige’s hand. Paige fucks her through it, murmuring praises into her ear as Azzi moans.

“Good girl. So good for me Az, cumming so pretty like that. My beautiful good girl.” Azzi melts back into her girlfriend’s embrace. Paige’s hand is dragging up and down the brunette’s arm, the other one petting her thigh soothingly. Azzi feels boneless as she lays there in Paige’s arms.

“You still with me, baby?” Paige asks. Azzi hums and nods, eyes still closed and a smile on her face. It’s then that Azzi thinks about just how wet- how desperate- Paige must be. She turns herself around in Paige’s grasp, although her legs shake a little bit from the effort as she does.

“Let me help you,” she prompts. Paige looks confused for a moment before she seems to realize what her girlfriend means. She lets Azzi flip them so Paige is on top, straddling Azzi’s thighs in a position similar to the one they had started in. Paige pauses when Azzi’s hand moves down to drag her boxers off.

“Can I-” She can’t quite get the words out, but Azzi nods, encouraging her.

“What do you want, P? Fingers? Mouth? We can do whatever you want, baby,” Azzi coos. Paige’s tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Wanna ride your thigh,” she says. Azzi smiles.

“Go ahead, baby. Wanna use my body to get yourself off, huh?” Paige groans and quickly throws her boxers off to a corner of the room. She situates herself so she’s hovering over one of Azzi’s thighs, thick and muscled and tan against the purple sheets. Some of Paige’s slick drips down onto Azzi’s thigh. She lets out a heavy breath and lowers herself down.

Azzi’s skin is soaked with Paige’s arousal before the blonde has even begun to move. Once she does start to drag herself back and forth, they’re both a slippery mess. It doesn’t take long for Paige’s eyes to roll back in her head, her back to arch, and her movements to be jerky as she works herself against Azzi’s leg.

“Fuck. So good- feel so good- shit Az,” Paige rambles. Azzi grips Paige’s hips and helps her move herself back and forth, grinding her clit into her skin roughly. Paige is moaning in no time, completely forgetting the need to be quiet. Azzi doesn’t have the heart to shush her.

Paige doesn’t even have time to warn Azzi before she’s crying out and cumming, still dragging her clit along Azzi’s skin. Then it’s Azzi’s turn to soothe the blonde. She pulls her off of her thigh and settles her on the bed next to her, pressing soft kisses into her hair.

In true Paige fashion, she’s yapping again before she’s even fully aware.

“We’re gonna take another nap now, right? I feel like we deserve another nap,” she says. Azzi giggles.

“Well, we should definitely clean up first,” she tells the blonde. Paige groans dramatically, sprawling her entire body over her girlfriends.

“Noooo,” she whines. Azzi tries her best to crawl out from under Paige, but she’s unsuccessful.

“Paige, you gotta let me up!” She argues. Paige pouts.

“You can’t leave yet,” she says pathetically. Azzi smiles. Her entire chest feels warm.

“Not gonna leave. I just want to get something to clean us up,” she bargains. Eventually, she convinces Paige to let her grab a cloth so she can wipe them both off. Once they’re clean, Paige drags Azzi right back into bed.

“Nap time,” she declares. Azzi doesn’t even try to protest. She’s already snuggling into Paige’s side, eyes closed as the warmth of her girlfriend’s skin lures her into sleep once again.

“Love you,” she mumbles.

“I love you,” Paige whispers. Neither of them manage to stay awake much longer after that. And if their teammates ask them later what they did all afternoon, well, they just took a nice nap.

[aliceoseman]

what were the messages on the card for charlie when he was in the clinic? i couldn’t work them all out. ps- as someone who had ocd and had a bad way of coping your writing really is so incredible, i count myself lucky everyday to have those stories and a friend group like i see on your show, seeing scars on screen healed the ashamed 16yr old in me 🌸

I'm so glad to hear that Heartstopper has helped you!! ❤️

So the situation with the card was that we realised very very shortly before we shot the scene that we didn't have any content for the card, so a crew member from the art department asked me on set if I could very quickly write the messages, which I did in my notes app, and then sent that as a screenshot to him where he (or someone on his team, I can't confirm) wrote them into the card itself. I didn't get a photo of the finished card because it all happened very fast and suddenly we were shooting the scene! I don't think I even saw the card interior until it was literally on set. But I do still have the note on my phone with all of the messages written out. It's a shame they didn't all appear on screen but hey, sometimes not every detail makes it into the final thing! Here they all are:

Nick

Hi Char,

You are so strong and you will get through this because you’re amazing.

I love you so so much and I’m always here for you. I miss you and I can’t wait for you to come home when you’re ready to. I love you.

Love Nick x

Tao

Charlie,

School is so weird without my bff. I miss you so much little guy. Please look after yourself or I will be very cross. Love you so much Charlie. And hope you like your present, I can’t wait to hear what you think!

Tao xxx

Elle

Dear Charlie,

We all love you so much and can’t wait to see you soon. I’m so sorry things have been so hard. Things will get better, I know it. I can’t wait for Christmas movie nights with you and the boys!

Elle 

Tara

Hi Charlie,

Sending you so much love and strength. You’re an incredible person and we all care about you so much. I really hope you feel better soon. Love you lots and lots.

Tara xx

Darcy

Hey Charlie,

Life can be so shit sometimes but we will always fight back!! You’re one of the coolest people I know and you’re gonna come back more powerful than ever.

Love you!!!

Darcy

Imogen

Dear Charlie,

Love you so much! You’re an incredible and inspiring person and what you’re going through now will only make you stronger.

#warrior

Lots of love,

Imogen xxxx

Sahar

Charlie!

I miss my music buddy! I miss our chats about good bands. I really hope you’re doing okay and starting to feel better. Love you loads pal!

Sahar x 

Isaac

Hey Charlie,

Miss you so so much. I’m so sorry I didn't try and help more, but the fact that you asked for help yourself just goes to show what a strong person you are. I love you. Get back here soon so we can watch Emma again.

Love Isaac x

[bucketsorbueckers]

Wishing you the best (in the worst way) - 3

Paige X Azzi

Warnings: langauge, alcohol, adult themesssss

a/n: oh this chapter was so fun but the next one will be even more fun :) i edited this in tumblr and it deleted so if theres any mistakes its bc im fighting not to slam my head against the desk! as i edit again! anyways hoping to deliver a new chapter tomorrow but am traveling so! wish me luck! xoxo

@/espnw 📸 [Photo attached: Bueckers and Fudd postgame, shoulder to shoulder. Paige’s hand just visible at Azzi’s waist.] After a game marked by intensity, former UConn teammates Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd paused for a. @/bueckersbrainrot: paige’s hand WHERE??? @/ughwnba: azzi stepping into that photo like she didn’t just threaten to kill her 20 minutes ago is PEAK lesbian culture @/azzifuddagenda: i would simply never recover from a hand placement like that —- @/theuconnsyndrome: paige: “she’s a competitor.” me: say her name. paige: “you’d have to ask her.” me: SAY HER NAME #pazzi #technicallynotdenying @/onthebaseline “you’d have to ask her” is WILD bc what do you mean she still lives in your head and you’re sending the press to get answers??? #bueckersfudd #itsgivingyoustillcare @/iwannafudd: azzi didn’t even deny it she just emotionally dissociated mid-press conference @/bueckersarchives: “the players’ personal lives are not on the table tonight” babe their personal lives were on the court on full display

—--

The storm had been threatening all day, but Paige had ignored it.

Until 11:45 pm, when her phone buzzed with a text from Coach to the team group chat. 

Flights are grounded. Storm’s rolling in fast. We’re in D.C. till Sunday. Sit tight.

Paige stared at the screen, then dropped her head back against the hotel headboard like the sky had done it on purpose. Stuck. In D.C. Azzi’s city. An extra twenty-four hours in the last place she wanted to be.

Fuck. 

Immediately, her phone lit up. Group chat exploding. Her team, already trying to decide what to do with a bonus 24 hours like it was spring break.

Nai: so what we not gonna do is sit in this hotel like it’s jail.

Maddy: can we do brunch after practice tho

Lyss: …practice?

Arike: he’ll find somewhere 

Nai: he better not

Ty: i’m not runnin suicides in georgetown i swear to god

Maddy: so brunch? 

Nai: @paige don’t start actin mute now

Ty: yeah we KNOW your phone’s in your hand

Arike: she fake 

Paige: y’all are mad annoying

Maddy: ok but are you coming or you just being weird in your hotel room

Paige: haven’t decided yet. 

Nai: girl…

Paige closed out of the app. Set her phone face down on the nightstand like that meant anything. Then buried her face in the pillow, exhaling hard enough to feel the heat come back at her. Outside, the wind howled—the storm finally creeping in. 

She told herself to sleep. Shut off the light. Laid there in the dark, eyes wide open, jaw locked. She wasn't thinking about Azzi. Except she was.

The photo. The press room. That line. That look.

Azzi’s voice—You don’t get to fucking do that—still ringing in her ears. 

Paige stared at the ceiling like it might offer a better version of the night. Like it might change fate, rewrite the version of herself that could hardly remember the sound of Azzi’s laugh. It didn’t. 

Eventually, she grabbed her phone again. Didn’t even hesitate. Didn’t even try to lie to herself. Instagram.

@/azzifudd.

And there she was. Azzi. Lit up on the screen. 

They didn’t follow each other anymore. Hadn’t in almost two years.

Azzi had been the one to make that move. Right after Paige had gotten too drunk at some bar in Miami, posted a blurry story she barely remembered. Bass in the background. Flashing lights. A girl’s hand on her thigh. Another laughing in her ear.

Faces Paige couldn’t even place the next morning. She’d deleted it before noon. Didn’t matter. Azzi had seen it. And unfollowed her before the hangover had even set in.

Paige had stared at the “Follow” button like it was a dare. But she never hit it. And it seemed Azzi never changed her mind. So, that's how they remained.

Still, she found herself circling back to that profile more than she’d ever admit out loud. Out of habit. Out of impulse. Out of whatever was still living in her chest, quietly gnawing through its leash.

Paige scrolled. She always went backward—never from the top down. Like easing into cold water. Like if she moved slowly enough, she could approach the part of Azzi’s life she wasn’t in anymore without setting herself on fire.

She moved quickly past the ones she knew too well.  The ones from their time at UConn. She remembered where they were taken. Who had taken them. What they’d done after.

And then, slowly, her own face began to fade from the feed. Replaced by new teammates. Mystics jerseys. Captions with inside jokes Paige didn’t recognize. 

Everything was curated now. Sharp. Cool. Controlled.

Gone were the blurry hotel mirror selfies and the out-of-pocket bench shots taken mid-laugh, mid-eye roll, mid-whatever inside joke they’d had that week.

Now it was clean lines, intentional lighting, poses that looked effortless but screamed media team approval. 

Azzi used to live a little messier. A little softer. Now everything felt wrapped in glass. Held at a distance.

So unlike her. Or—Paige corrected—maybe just unlike the version Paige had known.

The version who used to steal her hoodies and fall asleep mid-sentence. The one who could never make a decision and laughed at even her dumbest jokes. 

She neared the top of the profile. A sneaker drop. A team shot, cropped just close enough to make it look candid.

And then…A new post.

One she hadn’t seen the last time she checked. Which, fine, wasn’t that long ago. But still, it made her stomach clench the moment it loaded.

The first one was Azzi in a leather jacket. Chin tilted down. Lips parted just enough. Sunglasses hiding part of her eyes.

Paige swiped.

Second photo: fur collar, camo pants, legs stretched out, long and lean. Glasses low on her nose, lips curled into a smirk Paige had once known by heart. 

Paige couldn’t look away.

Because she knew that version of Azzi.

Knew how those glasses slid down her nose when she laughed too hard. Knew exactly how her thigh felt under Paige’s hand when she sat like that—casual, loose, like she was half-daring someone to touch her and already knew who would.

Knew that smirk. Had kissed it. Bitten it. Told it to knock it off more times than she could count.

Her grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled. Just a little. Just enough.

And there it was.

From someone new. Some W rookie Paige barely tolerated on a good day.

Mediocre defense, overhyped highlight reel, a podcast after six career games, and a mouth she hadn’t earned.

And yet—there she was.

Right at the top of the comments.

Two heart-eye emojis.

Not one. Two.

Like that girl had any right to be that obvious.

She wasn’t insane. She knew Azzi was attractive—painfully so.

She’d seen it happen in real time: the way people hovered after games, the way their smiles stretched too wide, how they held eye contact just long enough to see if Azzi would hold it back.

She knew how this worked. And technically, she didn’t have any right. Not anymore.

But it still pissed her off. Worked at her nerves like something thin and sharp and constant. A paper cut she kept pressing on, just to make sure it still stung.

Her jaw locked. Her teeth ground tight.

For a second, she considered commenting. Something vague enough to stir shit. Nothing dramatic. Just…familiar. Just enough to make Azzi pause.

A reminder that Paige was still here. Still watching. Still the one who knew her best.

But she was tired.  And pissed. And not flying home tomorrow.

So instead, she locked her phone. Tossed it across the bed like it might say something back. And forced herself to sleep. Even though she knew damn well she wouldn’t.

Paige woke up at 7 a.m. like she always did.

Her body ached in all the usual places, plus a few new ones that felt vaguely personal. She dragged herself into the shower without thinking too hard about any of it.

Outside, the sky was still throwing a tantrum. Gray clouds, sideways rain, wind rattling the hotel windows like it had something to prove.

She didn’t like being grounded. Hated anything she couldn’t control. But if she was being honest, she was glad not to be crammed into a seat at cruising altitude while nature lost its mind.

Small wins.

By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, her hair was damp and her phone had already lit up with another notification.

Not a surprise. No good mornings. Just a few words from coach. 

Recovery practice at 9. Bus leaves at 8:30. Thanks.

Paige groaned, flopping back onto the bed like gravity had just doubled down. She knew it was coming. Knew the storm didn’t cancel workouts

Still, she’d hoped. Just a little.  For a break. For a maybe. For something resembling mercy.

She stayed there for another minute, letting the ceiling remind her that she was still in D.C. Still stuck. Still a little too close to everything. Then she peeled herself off the mattress and started moving.

Got dressed on autopilot—sports bra, tights, hoodie. Hair still damp, eyes still puffy from not sleeping enough and thinking too much. 

Her phone buzzed again. Not a message, just temptation. The muscle memory was there. The impulse. Just one tap. Just one scroll.

But she didn’t do it. Didn’t check Azzi’s profile. Didn’t type the name. Didn’t go looking for a something that would ruin the rest of her day.

Instead, she shoved the phone into her hoodie pocket and grabbed her keycard.

Breakfast. That was the play. Food. Coffee. Noise that didn’t come from her own brain. Other people. Something to focus on that wasn’t Azzi or a stupid comment that technically had nothing to do with her but surely felt like it did. 

Breakfast was mostly quiet. The kind of quiet that came after a long game and a longer night.

A few groans. Passive-aggressive stabs at under-seasoned scrambled eggs. Someone muttering about how recovery practice was a crime against rest.

No one argued. Paige didn’t say much. Ate two bowls of cereal. Drank three cups of coffee she didn’t need. More out of muscle memory than actual desire. Like if she sat still too long, she might start thinking again.

When they boarded the bus, the silence deepened. Not awkward—just the shared kind of tired that didn’t need explaining. Everyone moved like they were half underwater. Stretching legs, adjusting hoodies, headphones already in.

No one said shit. Not because they were mad. Just…spent.

The gym was more of the same. Stretching. Shooting. Nothing crisp, nothing loud. Just the kind of lazy, obligatory movement that keeps your limbs from locking up. A true recovery day—no drills, no tension, no one trying to prove anything.

Paige let her body fall into the rhythm. Shot. Retrieved. Shot again. No thinking, no pressure. Just the repetition.

On one follow-through, her shoulder twinged—sharp and fast. A reminder. Not just of the hit Azzi had delivered, but of how close it had been. She didn’t wince. Just adjusted her stance and kept moving. Didn’t even glance at the training staff who she knew was watching closely. 

Coach didn’t say much until the end. He stood near the baseline, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to decide the best way to approach their situation. 

“The weather’s still not great,” he said. “But I don’t expect you all to just sit around the hotel either.” He looked at them—tired legs, blank faces, half-laced sneakers.  “Just be smart,” he added. “Please. Don’t make me regret saying that.”

A few people laughed. One of the rookies threw him a mock salute. Paige didn’t join either. Just nodded, grabbed her water bottle, and headed back toward the bus.

The ride to the hotel was louder. Energy loosened. Shoulders dropped. Someone played music low on their phone, and no one complained about it.

A few rows back, Maddy was talking.

“Trying to set something up with her,” she said, voice just loud enough to drift forward. “Maybe dinner, then meet up with them after.”

Paige craned her head slightly. Not enough to look. Just enough to catch the words.

“Yeah,” Maddy was saying. “They’re in town. Stuck like we are.”

Who they were, Paige didn’t know. Didn’t ask.

Back at the hotel, she kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the bed without even pretending to care how she landed. She didn’t exactly want to stay in. But she didn’t want to go out, either.

Not into the wind, or the chatter, or whatever awkward social plan was being assembled for the sake of team bonding or boredom.

Crowds. Cameras. People who wanted autographs, or worse—small talk. She wasn’t in the mood to be looked at. Especially not like this.

So she stayed. Back flat on the mattress, hoodie still on, hair damp from the shower, body humming with a dozen things she didn’t have words for.

Eventually, her brain shut up long enough for her to fall asleep.

—--

She was yanked out of it by the sharp slam of a fist against her door.

Her eyes flew open. Her heart kicked like it was late for something.

She sat up too fast. Breath caught. Shoulder aching.

She’d slept on it wrong. She could feel it immediately. A dull, insistent throb radiating beneath the bone like a warning.

Too many minutes face-down. Too many hits in one week.

The room was dim. Curtain drawn. Storm still sulking outside.

Another knock—louder this time.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, already halfway to pissed. She yanked open the door. And of course. It was them.

Maddy and Dijonai stood on the other side, like the universe had conspired to send her two least ignorable people.

“No,” Paige said immediately.

She started to shut the door, but Nai caught it with one hand—like she saw it coming a mile away.

“Yes,” Nai said, and stepped inside without hesitation.

Maddy followed, not as bold but just as sure of herself, already scanning the room like she was assessing damage.

Paige sighed. A big one. The kind that felt theatrical even to her. But she didn’t stop them. Didn’t kick them out. Because the truth was—she loved them.

Not in a soft way. But i n the way you love people who show up even when you don’t ask them to. In the way you let them annoy you because the alternative is worse.

Paige sat back on the bed. 

“We got plans. You take ten years to get ready, so technically you’re already late,” Nai said, arms crossed “Let’s go. Up.”

“I’m not part of the we you're talking about,” Paige muttered, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Maddy shrugged. “You are now.”

“I didn’t pack an outfit,” Paige said, already defensive, which wasn’t helping her case.

They both rolled their eyes, perfectly synced.

“Now we know that’s a fucking lie,” Nai said, stepping over a pair of socks like it wasn’t worth acknowledging. “You don’t leave Dallas without options. You travel like you're prepared to make three outfit changes before dinner.”

Maddy nodded. “You packed a full fit for that team dinner that never even happened last month. Try again.”

Paige sighed. “Okay, but those were different options.”

“P,” Nai said, flat. “You have a duffel bag just for shoes.”

Unfortunately, she did.

Paige glanced around the room, scanning for some kind of excuse she could pretend was valid. The beige walls didn’t offer much. She came up empty. When she looked back, they were both grinning.

“So, Paige,” Maddy said, like she already knew how this ended. “What are you gonna wear?”

Paige groaned, but leaned over and unzipped her suitcase anyway. Because they weren’t wrong.  And she was never actually going to say no.

She rifled through the suitcase, ignoring the way Nai hovered like a stylist and Maddy leaned against the desk like she was rating every choice.

“Y’all are too comfortable,” Paige muttered.

“You’re lucky we didn’t start dressing you ourselves,” Nai said.

She dug through the stack of clothes until she found something that would blend in. Black tee. Cropped slightly. Charcoal cargos—loose, low on her hips, the band of her boxers visible just above the waistband. Not on purpose. Not not on purpose either.

Over that, the cropped jacket. Black. Structured but not stiff. She rolled the sleeves up to her elbows, caught a glimpse of her forearm in the mirror, and didn’t look again.

From the desk, Maddy let out a low whistle. “That’s a pretty coordinated fit for someone who didn’t pack an extra outfit.”

Paige rolled her eyes, adjusting her shirt. 

“Where are we even going?”

She grabbed the silver chain off the nightstand and looped it around her neck without waiting for an answer. Her sneakers came next. Black and white, worn but clean, laced loose like always.

Finally, taking in her reflection, she shrugged. Not perfect, but good enough. 

“Just a team dinner,” Nai said. “No stress.”

Paige nodded as she grabbed her phone.

“Let’s just go before I change my mind.”

Nai smirked. “You say that like we’d let you.”

Azzi’s POV

The rain hammered against the window, steady and unrelenting. The kind of storm that made the city feel smaller, like everything outside was folding in on itself.

Azzi sat in front of the mirror, exhaling as she dragged the brush across her cheek for what felt like the tenth time.

Twenty minutes in and she still didn’t feel put together.

Not messy. Just… off.

Sonia’s voice floated in from the hallway.

“You almost ready?”

Azzi didn’t look away from her reflection. Just nodded. “Yeah.”

They were supposed to be headed to Seattle tonight. Game day schedule. Bags packed. Mind already halfway across the country. But the storm had grounded them.

And with too many hours and too much energy to waste, someone had floated the idea of dinner. Something casual. Whole team. Nothing serious.

Azzi had agreed before she could come up with a reason not to. Now she wasn’t sure if that had been smart.

She dabbed on another layer of lipstick and stared at herself for a second longer than necessary. It would have to do.

Then, without thinking—without really thinking—she reached for her phone.

And did something stupid. She knew it was. She always knew it was.

But the thought had been there all night, quiet and persistent: if we’re grounded, maybe they are too. Maybe she was still in D.C. Still somewhere nearby.

Azzi opened Instagram and typed the name like it was muscle memory.

@/paigebueckers.

She ignored the usual pang. The one that settled low in her stomach whenever she landed on this screen. Usually, she only did this when she was drunk. Or tired. Or both.

Tonight, apparently, all it took was bad weather.

The page loaded slowly. Not because of the connection—hers was fine. Just slow enough to feel like the universe was asking her if she was sure.

She wasn’t. But she kept going.

No new posts. Just the grid she’d seen a hundred times.

Azzi scrolled anyway. It was the same mix of sharp and polished. Tunnel shots. Courtside candids. Brand deals. Everything clean. Everything considered.

Paige had become…untouchable. Bigger than the game, in some ways. Brand deals they used to joke about. One of the most famous women’s basketball players in the world.

Everyone loved her. Everyone wanted her. Azzi had seen it—on the road, in the league, even back in college.

The way people looked at her. They flirted without subtlety. Pressed too close. Posted photos they knew would get attention. And Paige? She smiled. Laughed. Let it happen.

But she never gave anything away. At least not publicly.

Azzi paused on a photo from last week. Court tunnel. Hoodie up. White sneakers. Paige staring just past the lens like the camera hadn’t earned her attention.

Thousands of comments. Azzi didn’t need to read them. She already knew what they said.

Still, she scanned for anything familiar. For a name that made her stomach turn. For a heart-eye emoji from someone who didn’t know the version of Paige who used to sleep with her arm slung across Azzi’s waist, thumb brushing her ribs without realizing it. 

Azzi felt it then. The thing she hated most.That little sharp curl of possessiveness.

Because Paige didn’t belong to her anymore.

But back then? Paige had been hers.

A version no one else knew. A secret Azzi had kept tucked in the softest part of her memory. Paige, as she really was. Sharp and tender and unguarded, all at once.

Not the one in tunnel shots or postgame scrums. Not the headline. Not the one who had smirked at her on the court the night before. 

But the girl in threadbare tees and boxers, hair damp from the shower, voice rough from laughing too hard at something only they would find funny. The one who let herself go still in the dark, who curled around Azzi like maybe she was afraid the night would take her if she didn’t hold on tight enough.  Like Azzi was something to memorize.

That Paige had existed without overthinking. Without calculating how it looked. Without the weight of a brand, or the noise of a million opinions.

She’d just been. And Azzi had been the only one who got to see her like that.

“Az?”

Azzi jumped, the name pulling her back too fast. Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a soft thud.

She hadn’t heard Sonia come in. Didn’t realize how far away she’d gone until the sound of her own name dragged her back.

Sonia stood behind her now, close enough to read more than Azzi wanted her to.

Her brows lifted, gaze already sweeping across Azzi’s face.

“You good?”

Azzi blinked. Nodded. Even though she wasn’t entirely sure what good meant in this context.

“Yeah,” she murmured, reaching for the phone like that was the most important thing in the room. “Just…lost track of time.”

Sonia hesitated. Licked her lips like she wanted to say something. Like maybe she’d seen the screen, or maybe she didn’t need to.

Azzi looked away. Didn’t give her the chance.

“We’re gonna be late,” she said, standing too quickly and catching her knee on the edge of the vanity. Pain bloomed sharp and immediate. She gritted her teeth. “Better get moving.”

Azzi was almost out the door when Sonia spoke.

“I have to tell you something.”

The words landed sharp. Stopped her cold. She froze mid-step, fingers still curled around the doorknob. Slowly, she turned.

Sonia stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed—never a good sign—and something uneasy flickering behind her eyes. Azzi’s stomach dropped. That quiet kind of dread that comes before impact.

Sonia looked nervous. Which made her feel nervous. Very nervous.

“…Okay,” Azzi said, careful, quiet. “What is it?”

Because anything that made Sonia hesitate like this, it wasn’t small. And it definitely wasn’t good.

“Dallas is stuck in D.C.”

Azzi nodded. She’d assumed as much. The storm wasn’t picking favorites.

She just…hadn’t remembered to check. Not after landing on Paige’s profile.

“And, well—” Sonia paused. “Maddy reached out.”

That’s when it hit.

A low, humming static bloomed in Azzi’s ears. The kind that made it hard to tell if the room had actually gone quiet or if it was just something inside her that had cut out.

She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared.

“And later,” Sonia continued, her voice gentler now, like she knew she was walking a wire, “we’re gonna meet up. At a bar.”

A beat.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know if Paige was coming. I didn’t know if…you’d want to know.”

“So… they may show up at dinner,” Sonia added, quieter now. “I don’t know.”

Azzi closed her eyes. Tried to slow the spinning. Tried to breathe like that would make the room feel less small.

She didn’t want to be dramatic. She also kind of wanted to throw up.

The idea of walking into a space and finding her there—of having to fake calm while the room bent around Paige like it always did—made her stomach twist.

Because Paige could do that. Smile and nod. Make it look easy. Make everyone forget what happened.

And Azzi? Azzi wasn’t made like that. She didn’t want to pretend. Didn’t want to sit there while the whole team made space for the person who had nearly ruined her. 

“You don’t have to come,” Sonia said softly. “Obviously.”

Azzi’s eyes snapped open. The stillness cracked, fractured like glass under pressure, and panic poured through the break.

Her chest tightened. Her skin flushed hot. She could feel it starting again. That terrible instinct to shrink. To disappear before Paige could make her feel small.

She pictured the smirk. The venom-soft voice. The way Paige had played her like it was nothing—on the court, off the court, every space in between.

And for a second, it almost worked. The pull. The spiral.

But then—

No.

No.

She wasn’t doing this again.

Wasn’t folding herself in half to make space for someone who’d already thrown her out of theirs. Wasn’t going to disappear just to dodge the possibility of Paige.

Not tonight.

“No,” she said, her voice steady but tight. “I’m not letting her keep me from having a good night.” Her chest ached. “She doesn’t get to ruin that too.”

Sonia’s eyes lit up, pride flickering through the worry. She gave Azzi a slow once-over, grin blooming across her face.

“Hell yes,” she said. “And you look fucking good, Azzi.”

A beat.

“I hope she cries.”

Azzi snorted, despite herself. The ache in her chest didn’t disappear, but it shifted—made room for something else.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” she muttered.

The restaurant was small—low ceilings, soft lighting, the kind of place where everything felt a little closer. A little quieter.

It wasn’t crowded. The storm had seen to that. Just a few tables filled, candlelight flickering against rain-streaked windows. French food. Good wine. Real napkins.

Azzi slid into her seat, tugging off her coat, still damp at the edges. Her fingers were cold, but she was warm. Settling.

Around her, her team moved like they belonged here—laughing, leaning into each other, trading stories that had nothing to do with basketball but still somehow did.

She smiled, soft and small.

Because she loved them. Not in the easy way. Not just for the assists or the chemistry or the post-practice group chats.

But in the way you love people who see you every day in motion—tired, sore, undone—and show up anyway.

In the way they didn’t ask questions when she sat down. Just passed the bread basket and made space.

Kiki nudged her shoulder.

“You look pretty.”

Azzi huffed a laugh, reaching for her wine. “Says you.”

Kiki smiled but didn’t look away. “You coming out after?”

Her voice was casual, but there was something careful in it. Hope, maybe. Like she was expecting a no but wouldn’t mind being surprised.

Azzi dabbed her napkin against her lips, buying herself a second.

“Yeah,” she said finally. “I’ll come out for a bit.”

The answer seemed to loosen something in Kiki’s shoulders. Her smile wasn’t big, but it was real.

“Good,” she said. “We’ve earned it.”

Dinner moved in easy waves. Plates passed, half-finished stories traded between bites. The kind of laughter that curled up in your chest and stayed there awhile.

Outside, the rain kept falling but inside, there was warmth. Low conversation. The soft clink of silverware. Candlelight catching on glassware and cheekbones.

Azzi let herself sink into it. Into the slow comfort of being surrounded. Into the bottle of wine she and Kiki had agreed to split, and then—inevitably—the second one too.

Because it felt good to relax. To let the edge of the season dull for just a night.

By the end of it, Azzi felt a little heady. Giggly in a way that caught her off guard. Loose in her limbs, her laugh easy, her smile unguarded.

She’d almost forgotten what was coming.

Like how sometimes you’re outside in the snow, and it’s so quiet and beautiful you forget your toes are going numb. Until they start to burn.

That’s what it felt like. Joy that made room for the crash. And the crash did come, loudly. 

The restaurant door flew open, catching on a gust, letting the storm spill inside for one disorienting moment. Water pooled on the tile. Cold air rippled through the room. Heads turned instinctively, voices dipped.

Azzi did too.  Even before she meant to. Even before her brain could catch up to what her body already knew.

Maddy entered first—laughing, her coat drenched at the shoulders, curls stuck to her cheek.

Arike followed, pulling off her beanie and tossing her hair over one shoulder, boots heavy with water.

Dijonai came next, umbrella dripping, long coat slung open, talking over her shoulder and making everyone behind her laugh.

And behind her? More. The rest of them. The entire Wings roster. All of them.

Loud and casual and completely unaware that the room had just shifted on its axis. They moved in a wave, familiar faces, familiar voices. 

Azzi's palms went damp. The napkin in her lap was wrinkled beyond saving, clenched between her fingers like it might keep her grounded.

She scanned them—every face, every step. Because she knew what she was looking for. Who she was looking for.

Her heart beat hard. Fast. Stupid. And for one brief, dizzying second, she thought: maybe.

Maybe the universe was going to let her have this. One night. One easy, wine-drenched night where Paige Bueckers was nowhere near the air Azzi had to breathe.

The group kept filing in. One familiar face after another. But not Paige. Not yet.

The last woman stepped through the door—someone Azzi didn’t even know by name. And the space behind her stayed empty, the door sealing them in. 

Azzi blinked. Her pulse didn’t slow. If anything, the absence made it worse. Because this was Paige’s team.

Which meant she could still come. She could still walk in at any moment—hair damp, hands shoved into her pockets, acting like nothing mattered.

But she didn’t. Not yet. And that hit in a place Azzi hadn’t braced for.

Because there was relief. Of course there was. Relief that she didn’t have to see her. Didn’t have to risk that one look across a room blurred by dim lighting and too much alcohol. Didn’t have to pretend they were strangers. Or worse...pretend they hadn’t once known each other so completely, so recklessly, it had felt like fact. Like truth.

But there was something else too.

A hollow sort of ache. An almost-stupid part of her that had prepared for impact, only to be left standing. Like dressing for a storm that never came. And still somehow finding yourself soaked.

The floor hadn’t tilted. But it still felt off-balance.

So she sat there, wineglass half-raised, smile practiced, pretending she didn’t notice the tension curled up beside her. Not loud. Not gone. Just waiting.

Azzi snapped back to reality just as Maddy stepped in front of her.

“Fudd!” she grinned. “I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

Before Azzi could respond, Maddy pulled her into a hug. Azzi blinked, caught off guard by the sudden warmth of it. The steadiness.

Maddy had always been like that. Even back in college—opposite jerseys, rival—she’d never treated Azzi like a threat. Always something closer to a friend. A kind word in a tunnel. A compliment after a tough game. Sweet. Steady. Consistent.

Azzi relaxed into the hug, just a little. Let herself be held.

“Hey,” she said, voice softer than she meant. “It’s good to see you.”

Maddy stepped back, still smiling, but her eyes flicked around the room—like she was thinking about something she wasn’t going to say.

Azzi cleared her throat, grateful for the out.

“You know where we’re headed?” she asked, trying for casual.

Maddy shrugged, hands in her jacket pockets. “Who knows. Sonia said she had it covered.”

That made Azzi snort. “Oh. This should end well.”

Maddy laughed, warm and easy, and without warning, threw an arm around Azzi’s shoulder like they hadn’t missed a beat in years.

“Well,” she said, already steering them toward the door, “let’s go find out.”

And just like that, Azzi let herself be pulled along. Out of the restaurant. Into the wet chill of the evening. The air smelled like concrete and city rain. Fresh but heavy, like something about to break.

As she stepped over the threshold, something made her glance back. Dijonai stood near the entrance, half in shadow, phone in hand. Her thumbs moved quick, her brows slightly drawn. Focused. Intent.

And she was watching Azzi. Not obviously. Not in a way that called attention. But watching all the same.

Azzi didn’t stop walking. But the back of her neck prickled.

Like something was already in motion.

Paige’s POV

Paige was tipsy and halfway to murderous by the time she turned the corner near the hotel.

Soaked to the fucking bone, too. Hair plastered to her neck, jacket heavy with rain, mascara smudged just beneath one eye.

She should’ve stayed in.

She knew that.

The second her team started getting dressed like this was a night off instead of a weather advisory, she should’ve pulled rank, claimed cramps, and crawled back under the covers.

And now she was cold, wet, buzzed in the worst possible way—and dangerously close to slamming her shooting hand into a brick wall just to feel something that wasn’t this.

Dinner had been fine. Nice, even.

A place with a Latin name she couldn’t pronounce and a menu full of things that looked expensive enough to taste good. Decent drinks. A waiter who recognized her on sight and comped a few rounds of shots.

But then—just when the buzz had settled in her chest, just when the room had started to blur at the edges in a way that didn’t hurt—Maddy stood, drink still in hand, and said:

“Ready to go?”

And Paige knew. Knew the second Maddy stood—too casual, too smooth—that this wasn’t just a spontaneous night out.

Her eyes flicked around the table, catching the small looks, the unspoken agreements. The way people started gathering their coats like they’d already packed the second half of the night without her.

She was the only one still sitting. The only one not in on it.

“Go where?” she asked, trying to sound even. Unbothered. But the words came out a little too flat.

Maddy glanced at her, already zipping up her jacket. “We’re meeting some of the Mystics at a bar.”

Paige blinked. Once. Twice.

“What?”

Maddy sighed, like she’d been hoping Paige wouldn’t make her say it out loud.

“Sonia and I have been texting. We’re meeting up.”

Simple. Like it was nothing.

Paige stayed in her seat, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“You didn’t inform me of that.”

Nai shrugged, easy. “Never been one to skip a night out, P. Figured you knew it was part of the plan.”

Paige let out a bitter laugh, but it caught somewhere on the way out.

“Oh, sure. Because obviously I’d assume we’d be going to her—” she paused, stumbled, corrected herself too fast—“meeting up with the team we just beat.”

Her voice twisted on the word team, like it physically cost her to say it.

“How stupid of me.”

She grabbed her glass again, more for something to do than anything else, fingers tight around the rim. Dijonai held her gaze. 

“Paige -”

But Paige shook her head, already pulling her card from her wallet.

“Y’all have fun,” she said, too breezy to be believable. “I got the bill. Just make sure you’re up tomorrow so we can get the hell out of this place.”

She tossed the card onto the table, and the waiter—like he’d been waiting for it—snatched it up immediately.

The rest of the team hesitated. Shuffling. Half-turned. No one sure if they should say something or just take the out.

Arike finally made the call, tugging a few of them toward the door with a quick, “Let’s roll.”

That left just Paige and Nai. Still. Facing each other like neither of them quite knew what the next play was.

“She probably won’t even be there,” Nai said finally, softer now. Not accusing. Just honest.

Paige shrugged, eyes down. “Doesn’t mean I want to be around her team.”

Nai licked her lips, jaw tightening like she was debating saying more.

“Thought maybe…” she trailed off, looked away. Let out a breath. “Sorry, P. I should’ve told you. Just figured you wouldn’t even come to dinner if I mentioned it.”

Paige didn’t say anything at first. Just pressed her lips together, that old twist of guilt creeping in. For all the ways she didn’t want to see Azzi, she hated even more the idea of dragging her team into the wreckage she hadn’t cleaned up.

“It’s cool,” she said, grabbing the receipt and signing her name fast, like that might end the moment quicker. “I just—”

She paused.

“I’m tired anyway. Go have fun, okay?”

She had stood, shoved her hands into the pockets and tried not to flinch when Nai didn’t say anything right away. Tried not to read too much into the silence. Tried not to wonder what it said about her. That just the idea of seeing Azzi still left her this off-balance. This wrecked. Even now. Even after everything.

And now she was here.

Leaving a trail of water in her wake as she cut through the hotel lobby, sneakers squelching with every step, jacket clinging to her arms. Tequila on her breath. Shame somewhere just under her skin.

The kind of night where everything felt a little sideways. Like one wrong look could tip her into something she wasn’t ready to admit.

When she finally got back to her room, Paige stripped off her wet clothes—hoodie, jeans, socks all peeling away like regret—and crawled into bed. The sheets were cold. The room too quiet. But at least she was alone. She’d just started to get comfortable, breath finally settling, when her phone buzzed.

One text. Dijonai.

she’s here.

Paige exhaled through her nose and nodded like there was someone in the room to see it. See? She made the right choice.

Then another buzz.

looks good too.

Paige rolled her eyes and typed back:

thanks for that info d. incredibly helpful.

A few bubbles appeared. Paused. Disappeared. Came back. Disappeared again. Paige dropped the phone face down on her chest and groaned, dragging both hands over her face like she could scrub the impulse to care right out of her skin.

Fifteen minutes passed. Maybe more. She didn’t fall asleep. Didn’t even come close. Then her phone vibrated again. A photo this time.

Azzi in dim lighting, half-glowing, half-shadow. Laughing. Like she hadn’t looked Paige in the eye a few nights ago like she wanted to start a war. Like none of it still lived in her chest.

Paige clocked someone's hand on her bare skin. The kind of touch Paige used to own.

Another text from DC rolled in:

Despite your absence, she’s not lonely at least! 

The message rang in her skull like a dare. But it wasn’t just the words—it was the photo.

The way Azzi looked in it. Relaxed. Lit up. Someone else’s hand on her. It felt deliberate. Like a message she hadn’t sent directly but still wanted Paige to see.

A challenge, hanging in the air.

Her jaw clenched.

She and Azzi had always been competitive—down to the bone.

Who could drain more threes. Who could out-dribble. Outlast. Outplay. But it never stopped there. 

Their competitiveness spilled into everything. Who could clean faster, finish homework first, memorize plays better. But the bedroom is where it got dangerous. 

Who could get the other out of their clothes first. Who could keep their hands to themselves longer.  Who could draw it out, make it unbearable, just to win.

Azzi talked a big game. Acted unbothered. But Paige knew better.  Knew exactly how to win.

With her hands. Her mouth. The way she’d press Azzi down into the mattress. Slow, certain, one hand braced on her hip, the other holding her face like something precious and breakable.

The way she’d murmur don’t move into her neck and feel Azzi shiver. The way she could make her beg without ever raising her voice. Because Azzi liked to challenge. And Paige liked to take her apart for it.

They’d made a game of it. Who could stay in control. Who could fall apart first. Who could make the other lose the thread of their name.

And while Paige liked to win—needed to win— sometimes in that space, losing had been the best thing that ever happened to her.

Letting Azzi take her time. Letting her have her, completely. Being held down not because she couldn’t fight it, but because, for once, she didn’t want to. Azzi had been the only person who ever made losing feel like something sacred.

But now…

She turned her eyes back to the photo.

Azzi. Out in a short black dress, the hem teasing the tops of her thighs. Legs crossed, half-smile on her face like she didn’t know she was killing people with it. Someone’s hand rested on her bare skin. Fingertips just under the hem.

Too familiar. Too easy. Like they knew what to do with her. Like they’d earned it.

And that was it. The tequila clicked into place. Mean Paige, reckless Paige—the one who’d been pacing in the back of her brain all day waiting for a chance—stood up and stretched. Felt it in her knees. Didn’t care.

If Azzi could pretend none of it mattered, then Paige could play that game too.

And she’d win.

Because losing? Losing was for people in love. And that wasn’t her. Not anymore.

Finally ready, she picked up her phone with steady hands and called a black car because there was no way she was stepping back into that storm.

The outfit she wore was too clean, too custom to get soaked. Something she’d packed last minute, just in case a tunnel fit felt right.

She hadn’t worn it earlier. Didn’t know why at the time. Now she did. Divine timing, or whatever.

Baggy Nike pants, sharp at the ankle. A windbreaker to match, zipped clean to her collarbone. The silver chain at her neck caught the light like it had something to prove.

Her hair had dried just enough to cooperate—slicked back, smooth, not a curl out of place. And when she finally looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t smile.

But she felt good.

The city flew by outside the window. Streetlights streaking gold against the glass, the sky still spitting rain. She opened Dijonai’s pin. And let the car take her exactly where she knew she shouldn’t go. Which, of course, meant she had to.

When Paige stepped into the bar, the noise hit first—low bass, clinking glasses, that layered hum of people trying not to shout over one another.

Then the warmth. Heavy and immediate like someone had forgotten to switch on the air. She tugged at the neck of her jacket. 

She scanned the room and found them instantly. Wasn’t hard.

A cluster of tall, beautiful women tucked into the back corner. Loud in the way athletes always were when they felt at home. Onlookers watched from nearby tables—like if they stared long enough, they might figure out the story.

Paige didn’t hesitate. She moved. Shoulders squared, steps steady, like she belonged there. Like this wasn’t a terrible idea. Like she hadn’t just spent the last hour convincing herself she didn’t care.

Halfway across the room, Maddy turned.

“BUECKERS!” she screamed, throwing her hands in the air like Paige had been missing for years and not, in fact, hiding in her hotel bed out of spite.

Paige smirked, just a little.

“Oh thank god,” someone else groaned. “Tabs covered. Go get shots.”

And just like that, she was back in it. A heartbeat louder than it should be. Her eyes moved on instinct, sweeping through the room, already searching.

Not for a face. For a shape. A shadow she still knew better than her own.

The angle of a shoulder. The curve of a jaw she’d traced with her mouth more times than she could count. The negative space that pulled everything else toward her without trying.

The room was too loud. Lights flashing. People laughing, calling her name like she was supposed to smile. She didn’t really want to be here. Not tonight. But she came anyway. And she knew exactly why.

Because Azzi Fudd showed up.

So, of course Paige Bueckers did too.

Azzi’s POV

Azzi was drunk. The good kind. Loose in her limbs, warm behind her knees, laughter spilling out of her like it had been waiting all season.  Kiki had said something stupid. Or brilliant. Honestly, Azzi wasn’t sure which. She was laughing so hard her side ached, wine glass dangerously close to tipping in her hand.

The bar spun in the best way. Soft lights and warm bodies and the hum of a night that didn’t demand anything but her presence.

And then…

A ripple. Not in the room exactly, but in her. Like something shifted behind her ribs. She didn’t hear her name. No one pointed. There was no obvious signal. Just this pull.

A disturbance.

Her smile faltered. Her laugh cracked at the edge. She turned—slow, tipsy, curious—and saw her.

Paige.

The world didn’t stop. It just wavered. Like the DJ skipped a beat. Like the air thinned. Like every nerve in Azzi’s body turned to glass.

She blinked, hard. But Paige was still there. Standing in the middle of the bar like she’d been dropped there by accident.

Wearing all black. Windbreaker zipped high. Chain catching the light. Looking like she hadn’t slept in three days and still had the nerve to be the best-looking person in the room.

Azzi’s stomach dropped. Because of course she showed up. Late. Composed. Dangerous.

Of course she walked in like this wasn’t the first time in years they’d been in the same place without a whistle or a camera.

And of course—of course—Azzi still wanted her.

Still ached for her in the worst, most inconvenient ways. Like a scar she kept forgetting to cover. Like an injury she’d recovered from, but that always came back in the cold.

She hated that. Hated her for it. But she didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood there, every nerve lit up. Because her body didn’t care about hate. It only knew one thing:

I remember you.

She pressed her glass to her lips. Something to do, something to hold. The tequila tasted like nothing. And Paige hadn’t even looked at her yet. But Azzi already felt seen. Felt wrecked. 

Sonia appeared at her side like she knew. Like she’d felt it too.

She pressed a firm hand to Azzi’s back, grounding. Warm.

“Hey,” she said gently, like a question.

Azzi took a longer sip of her drink than she meant to. It didn’t help.

“Hey,” she echoed, the word catching on something inside her throat.

“Having a good night?”

“For now,” Azzi replied, too evenly. Too practiced.

Her eyes didn’t move. Not yet. But Sonia’s did.

She tracked the shift in the room, the way the energy tilted like it was leaning toward someone. Toward her.

Sonia’s fingers flexed against Azzi’s back. Her voice dropped.

“Just ignore her, okay?” she said, low but urgent. “She doesn’t matter. You’re here to have fun.”

Azzi nodded, but it didn’t feel like agreement.

Because Paige did matter. That was the problem. She always had. Still did. Azzi could feel her approaching like weather. That storm-warm ache in her chest already blooming.

Azzi exhaled through her nose. A steadying breath that didn’t do a damn thing.

“Can you get me another drink?” she asked, voice low but even.

Sonia searched her face for a beat. “You sure you’re good?”

“Mmhmm,” Azzi hummed, a little too brightly.

Sonia hesitated—fingers brushing her arm like she didn’t believe her—but eventually nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

And Azzi? She stayed exactly where she was.

Eyes locked.  Unmoving. On her.

She watched Paige move through the bar like the air didn’t dare resist her. And Azzi hated how she could still feel her. Like muscle memory. Like gravity. Like Paige had reached into the night and curled her fist around Azzi’s ribcage from across the damn room.

So she waited. Waited for those eyes. Those stupid, unforgettable blue eyes. Because Paige always found her. Didn’t matter the crowd. The noise. The bullshit between them.

Paige always found her. Like it was written in her bones.Like nature hadn’t left room for any other outcome.

And then, finally, It happened.

Those eyes snapped toward her. Sharp. Immediate. Like Paige had known exactly where she was the whole time and had only just given herself permission to look.

Azzi didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

Instead, Instead, she let the tequila settle into her bloodstream—heavy and electric—make her braver, meaner, more dangerous than she meant to be.

Because she knew.

Deep down, beneath the buzz and the bitterness, she knew. Paige wanted to be seen. Dressed like that. Standing like that. Moving through the room like a storm looking for something to wreck.

So Azzi brought her glass to her lips—slow, deliberate—never once breaking eye contact.

She took the smallest sip. Barely enough to taste. Then set it down, exhaling through her nose like the moment bored her.

And with the same hand, she dragged the pad of her thumb across her bottom lip. A careless swipe. Just enough to smear the color. Just enough to ruin it, slightly.

Azzi didn’t have to wonder if Paige saw it.

She watched it hit. Like a breath caught wrong. The flicker behind her eyes. The slight part of her lips. The twitch in her jaw. The way her stance shifted like her body remembered before her brain did.

And Azzi knew exactly what was playing in her head.

Those nights. The drunk, desperate nights when Paige would kiss her like she was running out of time. Hands everywhere, mouth stained red, murmuring stay still, baby like Azzi ever had a chance in hell of doing that.

Paige’s eyes were still locked on hers. So Azzi tilted her head. Let her teeth drag slow over her bottom lip. Let her gaze rake down Paige’s frame—unhurried, unapologetic.

And when she looked back up, she smirked. Not big. Not soft. Just enough.

A warning. A memory. A fucking invitation she didn’t mean to send. But the tequila was warm in her blood, and Paige was still standing there—sharp-eyed, motionless—like she couldn’t breathe until Azzi moved again.

And Azzi wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to remember.

Teeth dragging across her collarbone. Nails curled into her hip. The breathless, bruising kind of want they never talked about in the morning. The kind that lived in locked jaws and clenched fists and the way Paige used to whisper her name like a threat. Like a prayer. Like a plea.

She wanted it to hit like a bruise blooming too late. Wanted to ruin her with wanting.

Azzi wanted to win.

Because this, this game they kept playing, the back-and-forth of I don’t need you but God, I can’t look away?

The slow, bruising battle of who hurt who worse?

Azzi hadn’t invented it.

She’d learned it.

And Paige had been a damn good teacher.

[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE x Male Reader - "One Of The Girls"

The final one-shot of my TWICE smut anthology book is here. I think this might disappoint for some readers here because yall might be expecting it to be long, but I made it as simpler and unique as I can be because I don’t think I’ll be able to write a Part 2 of this anymore due to my lack of interest of writing smuts. Thank you once again for atleast giving a try on reading my smut one-shots even though I’m not really expert at writing mature stuffs. Still, I hope this might come into your liking. WARNING: contains smut, R+18, mature and sexual content TAGS: fuckfest, friends with benefits, eighteensome (with a bit of threesome and foursome), harem, pairing, messy sex, anal, rough sex, blowjob, lots of sex positions, futuristic, clones, advanced technology etc. WORD COUNT: 5,500

You are currently hosting your own celebratory party with your only circle of friends in college. There’s a total of 10 people present around your house, which is the preferred location that was voted for by the majority since yours is the most spacious among them. Around your living room are Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu, and you as the only guy in your squad.

Table occupied with bunches of snacks and empty cans of beer, some of the girls are nearing passing out from their drunken state, except the others, like Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo, who have a high alcohol tolerance, went on to continue chatting with you since they wanted to cherish this moment being complete together.

It’s been months since you’ve last seen them after getting graduated from college. Each went on to grab the degree of the profession they have chosen, and that brought them to achieve their dream job that effectively supports them even more in their personal life.

You were the one who initiated to invite all of them when few days ago, you unexpectedly encountered Jihyo in the grocery store and sulked about when will be there a time where all 10 of you will go hangout together again just like good old times. Since Jihyo is the one that all of you have been calling the “mother” of the group, you took note of her suggestion.

As you went home, chat app open, revisit your group chat with them, and send the invitation, which led you all in this predicament.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jihyo said as she looked at your window, waterdrops scattering as it disperses down through its surface. 

“We should’ve went home already after they passed out.” Jeongyeon said as she emptied her can of beer and peek at Momo and Chaeyoung sleeping both on her sides.

“Yeah, we got caught now by the rain outside. Nice.” Nayeon slumped her back on the couch. “Ahhh I hate it when I go home wet.” 

“Should we wake everyone up?” Jeongyeon asked.

Jihyo shook her head. “Maybe not yet, I don’t want to disturb their sleep just to get haggard going outside.” She said while stroking the wavy hair of sleeping Mina on her right.

“I think it’s much better if you guys should stay here.” You suggested. “You guys still have work, I don’t want to risk you all getting sick and take an absence.”

“Are you sure about it, YN?” Jeongyeon asked, lifting her brows in surprise. “Are we not gonna be a hindrance here around your house, I mean… we did put a mess already here but-”

“Nah, I’m positive. And I knew where you’re going at your words, Jeong. I’ll help you clean the place up tomorrow.” You smiled at her.

“Nice. Thanks for this, YN!” Jeongyeon high fives with you.

“Well that’s even better. I’m starting to like your place too anyway.” Jihyo joked as she looked around the interior of the house. “I mean, what do expect from our architect, am I right.” She smirked as you chuckled at her teasing.

“Aww, as expected, such a caring and thoughtful deed from our daddy~” Nayeon quickly cuddled your arm, much to your shock. You froze at your place, and Jeongyeon and Jihyo stopped laughing as their smile fades away with their eyes slowly stared towards the already drunk bunny that they thought was still with them.

“Uhm…” 

“Did we heard it right?”

“N-Nayeon, what did you just call YN here?”

“My daddy YN~” Nayeon said as she rubs her face in your biceps. “He’s the only man in our group and he takes care of us, does that make her our daddy?” She raised her head and smiled at you with her and shiny teeth.

“How did you… just end up randomly calling him like that?” Jeongyeon stiffles her laugh while perturbedly questioning Nayeon’s weird behavior.

“I mean, she has a point though, you are the patriarch, the one who formed our group anyway. You found us, YN.” Jihyo shrugged her shoulders. “But cmon, unnie. There’s no need to call him like that.”

“I don’t care. I love to call him that always, besides…” Nayeon’s stare went strangely different, eyeing you with an unspeakable aura clouding through her pupils. Her hand planted on your chest and rubbed it gently, smelling your scent from your shirt. “Daddy’s has been looking such a very hottie these days compared back then, that’s why he’s just simply deserves to be called with it. Besides, you love to hear that too from one of your girls, right~?”

“N-Nayeon…” 

Her movements are like a choke hold on you, making it difficult for you to talk normally. You are stammering when you speak. Gazing at Jeongyeon and Jihyo, you saw that they were merely observing Nayeon as she moved her hands around you. Their gaze shifted to you, and all of a sudden, even theirs felt a little awkward.

To your astonishment, Nayeon gently caressed your face and turned it toward her, planting a soft kiss on your lips. When you felt Nayeon's lips start to move more around your mouth and extend an invitation for a passionate duel, your eyes opened and your body gradually melted.

Hearing some gulps from nearby, it was coming from Jeongyeon and Jihyo drinking more beer that was left from the table. Their breaths became heavy as they continued to observe Nayeon doing these things to you.

You never crossed your mind that Nayeon would do this to you someday, just like right now, but it is undoubtedly true that she is deadly gorgeous, and to share this kind of intimacy with someone like her, consider yourself to be the luckiest guy in the world.

Speaking of being lucky, it looks like you’re about to experience another once-in-a lifetime moment and something that will forever change your relationship with the girls when you hear Jeongyeon moan as Jihyo starts to grope her breast. 

Your hand rest on Nayeon’s hand and continued to mash your lips against her, syncing her movements along to make your kiss even more sultry. As you remove first from her face, you stared at her and looked at Jeongyeon who is now also massaging her other breast to join Jihyo playing on her body.

“Are you girls sure wanna do this?”

“I’d like to give it a try. We haven’t done this before, and it pretty much looks very interesting, especially looking at our r Jeongie here enjoying my touch here like never before.” Jihyo smirks.

“How about you, Jeong?”

“Quit asking, let’s stay here for the night and have more fun.” Jeongyeon said, huffing one more time before she tilts her head and captures Jihyo’s face for a kiss of her own too.

“I knew they will follow us.” Nayeon said as she satisfyingly watched her friends going out at each other. “I pretty much knew how their hormones can get intense, and now that you are our only man around here, will you like to accompany us to it?”

“Oh whenever you want, Nayeon.”

You pulled the hem of Nayeon’s shirt upward, revealing her baby blue silk bra that perfectly hugs her average-sized boobs. You gnawed at the crook of her neck; she gasped at how ticklish and warm your breath hit her sensitive spot. While doing so, your hand squeezed along the soft skin of her arms, feeling its smoothness.

Locating the lock on her bra from her back, you unhooked it and removed the garment from her. Setting yourself apart from Nayeon, you have found the first glimpse of Nayeon’s bare top, her breasts proudly presented to you and ready to be devoured.

You placed your palms on top of her tits, squishing them as Nayeon invited you again for another kiss. Jeongyeon and Jihyo are still colliding in each other's bodies. As you checked on them, you have found that Jeongyeon is now stripping off Jihyo’s skirt as she also gets rid of her shirt, exposing her black bra that traces the width of her wide, flawless back.

Lifting Nayeon off the couch and leaving Dahyun and Tzuyu on your spot, you gently placed Nayeon on your carpet. Now being on top of her, you undid her jeans and saw her matching pants tucked securely on her rosy petals. Running your hands through her legs, you found her waistband, taking them off and giving her pants a lustful inhale before looking at the now fully naked Nayeon laying for you.

You kissed her again, with one hand caressing her cheek and another returning to nuzzle with her left breast. You heard a loud whimper coming from Jihyo, who is now being eaten by Jeongyeon as her head is between her legs, sitting on the carpet in front of her.

With your clothes and jogging pants now gone too, all 3 women went on to watch you loosen your boxers, and there they had to see your erected cock for the first time, increasing their sexual desires that had them craving the taste of your meat.

Jihyo’s moans went constantly seductive the more she stares at your cock while her pussy is getting pleasured by Jeongyeon who is now fingering her own pussy also. Nayeon who is even more aroused, gripped your cock to give it a pump, eliciting a gasp on your mouth.

“My god, YN. After all these years, I couldn’t believe we were almost impossible to release this beast begging to be let out and gain some attention. We could’ve helped you with it after all these years.” Nayeon said as she watched her huge hands exquisitely covering the length of your cock.

“You girls never asked though. Well now, you girls can have it anytime you want. Atleast unlike before, every single one of you has a chance to take this all for yourselves.” You said confidently.

“And I will enjoy every single bit of it.” Nayeon bit her lip before she gave you a trusting nod, signaling you to enter her virgin cavern. She flinched and rolled her eyes back as she felt every inch of you entering her pussycat.

Now buried deep inside of her, you subtly fucked Nayeon into a missionary position. Your arms rested on each side of Nayeon’s head to give you stability. She was holding onto it at first until she decided to support you in continuing to fuck her harder by roving her hands around your toned torso and back and licking your nipples.

Meanwhile, Jihyo has just finished squirting on Jeongyeon’s face, licking off the juices that she caught before scooping some and letting Jihyo have a taste of it, sucking Jeongyeon’s fingers lewdly. After that, they changed positions, wherein Jihyo is now paying attention to Jeongyeon’s fat pussy while groping her heaving tits.

Back to your state, your pace went faster, creating loud claps of your crotch and her ass contacting with each pound. Nayeon’s moan and frantic noises go fast as she watches you pour your efforts into dominating her. 

"Ughhh, yesss, keep it like that, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck your one and only bunnyhop with your gigantic carrot.”

Your groans intensified until you felt a sudden surge of tightness in your stomach. Unleashing the last remaining forces you need to snatch that climax, you finally pushed into her very deep, and Nayeon felt some gooey substance flowing inside her walls.

As you remove yourself from her, you observe Nayeon breathing erratically with her pussy overflowing with your cum. You wiped the cream off your cock through her thigh before moving on to Jihyo and Jeongyeon who are still having their own fun together.

But just as you were about to reach them, you were prevented by a grip from someone on your back, holding your wrist, stopping you in your tracks that made you to only watch Jeongyeon squirt into Jihyo. You rotated your body and found Tzuyu looking up at you mischievously. 

Additionally, you discovered Dahyun slowly opening her eyes as Chaeyoung, Momo, Sana, and Mina all find themselves staring at your cock with fascination as they watch the embarrassed pair perform an amorous act.

“Do you guys really think we would let ourselves be left alone?” Sana said as her action encouraged the rest of the girls to strip off their clothes, presenting their bodies only in their ravishing set of bra and panties with different colors, tempting you to get hornier at the sight of their sexy bodies all prepared to be claimed by yours.

They formed a devious smirk and lick from their lips as they saw your hardened cock twitch. “Aww looks like our YN here is liking what he’s seeing right now.” Momo said as she knelt beside you and stared at your thick shaft all fired up to invade their pussies one by one…

… but you have thought of an idea to make things faster, easier…and unique.

“Wait, girls. Alright, I know all of you want to join but… I can’t do this for now with just only me taking you all each turn.” You said to them.

“So… lemme grab something from my room  real quick and come back here to show it.” You ran away from them and dug through your items until you have found what you are looking for.

Returning to the living room, you even adore the view more as you noticed that all of them are now naked, presenting you the contrast of their sizes and shape of their wonders but that doesn’t matter to you. You knew that all of them has one similarity and that is they all look breathtaking and fuckable tonight.

“What’s that, YN?” Chaeyoung asked as she looks at your hand holding a circular device.

“It’s a cloning device made by my brother who is an expert in robotics. He gave me this as a gift because I once shared to him that I feel bad sometimes that Alpha, my pet dog… I always left him here in the house alone.” You said as you looked around at its design, juggling it in your hands. 

“So he gave me this as a solution. Well basically as like what I’ve said… it’s a cloning device, which means I can create an artificial clone version of myself. He instructed me to use it as my replacement whenever I left the house for work, so that Alpha can still have me… but the other and fake “me” to still be his guardian. I can even use it to do some other errands while I’m away.”

They all are impressed at its purpose and quality. “Can I ask, YN? Is the clone you produce can touch something? I’m thinking that it may just be a hologram, so what if you have to feed your dog or bathe him while you’re out?”

“Oh, don’t worry. My clones can have a contact with anything around here. I’m not that much of an expert that’s why I can’t explain why but my brother probably inputted some system in this advance technology that doesn’t only shape my clones into a complete holographic-illusion type of figure.”

“A question also, uhm… does it only have a limited time to use?” asked Mina.

“Yup, it can only be set for a day if I’m only using it for one clone… but for multiple…”

“Wait, so you can also switch it to any number of clones of your choosing?”

“Yeah, but it’s only up to ten. So probably I can use it for like an hour and half or something since like I said, the more I activate a clone, the shorter the time I can only use it.” You said, until your lips form a sly smirk as you gave them a glance. “Which is why I want to use this for tonight…”

They all looked at each other until Jeongyeon understood what you are talking about, her cheeks blushed and eyes largened at the idea you have in your mind. “Oh this night just got even more chaotic.”

“... and make eight clones of myself so that instead of having you girls by turn, I can have all of you AT THE SAME TIME. Sounds good?” 

“Actually, that is brilliant. Atleast, we don’t have to wait for YN and… we can have him as our partner by pair.” Tzuyu applauded your idea.

“Wait, is it gonna work like… this is the first time you’re gonna use it on having sex, do you think it’s gonna function the same thing as what a real human like you can do?” Dahyun asked. “Like… can it even cum as you?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” You shrugged. Pressing the button of the device, you laid it on the floor and stood straight in front of it. The device scanned you from head to toe and set the number of clones to 8. It beeped repeatedly until to all of your amazement, you witnessed the device spawn a naked clone of you one by one until it reaches the necessary number.

The clones all look at you as if they are asking for your command. You felt something strange in your head, as if there’s a bunch of signals awaiting for your memory core to generate a thought that will be transported into the other end.

“Let’s continue where we left off.” You tried to use the ability you have just unveiled. You looked at your clones and then at the girls except Jeongyeon, and developed a thought in your head that commands them to have sex with the girls of their choosing.

All of your clones went on to approach the girls they have chosen. Since you don’t have any names to call them, you labeled them rather as your clone number based from the age order of the girls in which they partnered theirselves together. 

“Hi Jeong, looks like its you and I now.” You said to Jeongyeon who was left standing alone as the girls are now intimately engaging with your clones.

“Oh, so that’s why I was wondering why I didn’t get picked.” She scratched the back of her head, feeling embarassed at her dumbness. “Well, I like it much better that I get to have the real package right here.” 

She reached for your limp cock and gave it a few introductory pumps with her reversed hand. You kissed her while squeezing her ass from behind. Teasing her asshole, you inserted your index finger in it and fucked her slowly.

Her gasp enabled you to invade her mouth and swirl your tongue around inside. After licking her taste buds, you let Jeongyeon kneel before you and worship your cock in her own initiation.

As you looked around you, you were astounded that the girls also copied Jeongyeon; they knelt under your clones and checked if they could have contact with their artificial cock. Momo woah-ed aloud as she, along with the girls, confirmed that they can even touch their dicks too.

Jeongyeon chuckled and shook her head as she saw her friends enjoying your clones’ cocks for themselves. She slapped your abs to lure your attention back to her, and there she eyed you lustfully as she wiggled your now reawakened cock on her fist, slapping it on her cheeks before licking the underside of your shaft.

She ran her tongue through your length and traced the veins of your cock before slurping your mushroom head. She lifted your cock away to gain access at your hanging balls, not wanting them to be left out. She coated them with her saliva as she massaged the other one with care.

Back at your cock, she then proceeded to suck and gave you another blowjob of greatness that you will ever be thankful for your life. You patted Jeongyeon’s head as she dugs her face deep until she reaches your abdomen, giving you a deepthroat that is even par from her limit, but she still did her best to make you feel good as possible. “So big and thick… hope you don’t mind that I will always beg for this from now on, YN”, she said as she jerked it while grinning devilishly at you. “Good, because I don’t even know if I’ll get enough of your body too, Jeong.” You said as you grab a bundle of her hair and use it as your handle while she blows you hard once more. “Yes, continue to move that little mouth of yours. Show me how much you love my cock.”

The girls were now giving your clones their own style and direction of blowjob in which also lets out the satisfied feeling from them. Getting more aroused at the work Jeongyeon has been doing at your meat, you humped your hips and facefucked Jeongyeon until you blew your load, filling her mouth with your warm cum before you slip away.

Jeongyeon swallowed it all like a good girl and wiped off the remnants around her lips. After she presented her empty and clean tongue without any signs of your seed, you also found out that the girls each had the surprise on their face when they also felt some cum poured through their mouth and staining their face.

“Wait, so they can also feel what you feel?” Jeongyeon commented the same thing as you have discovered.

“Same as what I’m thinking.” 

“Heh, you’re the best, YN.” Jeongyeon shook her head and kissed you on the cheek before she pulled your arm to set yourselves up for a sex position. You also mentally commanded your clones to fuck the girls in any position they want.

She went close to Jihyo who is now being fucked by your clone in a sitting faceoff at the side of the couch. Jeongyeon spreaded her leg for you and invited you to come closer, standing between her and stick your cock at her pussy, which was very tight that sent chills in your skin. You savored banging Jeongyeon very deep that had her moaning uncontrollably at your massive length poking her womb.

Being too noisy, Jihyo teased her bestfriend by voluntarily stretching her body aside so that she can pull Jeongyeon’s head and forcefully have her suck her right tits with your clone who is playing on her left one. Jeongyeon continued to hum around Jihyo’s nipple as you went back and forth faster through her pussy.

You peppered kisses through Jeongyeon’s thick thighs and some sneaky squeezes on her butt until you felt your climax about to greet you again. Rapidly drilling her walls, you sent Jeongyeon into her world of ecstasy by filling her insides with your cum which led also to your clone to fire stream of its own load to Jihyo including the rest of the girls.

While you were busy with indulging Jeongyeon, Momo was being fucked by your second clone in a cowgirl, taking one of your couches all by themselves.

Sana and your third cousin are doing 69 beside the table. Her face has been painted white after she pointed the tip into her to empty the remaining area for some facials. Your clone also received the same treatment; his face got flooded with Sana’s love juices.

Mina is being ravaged by your fifth clone in a doggy-style way at the kitchen counter, her ass being roughly pounded with a thick cock while her pussycat is being sucked by Nayeon, who is being taken by her own clone of yours on the floor.

Dahyun is on the edge of the couch, getting piledrivered by your sixth clone as her body is positioned upside down, her feet being used as a handle while the back of your clone leans at the end of the couch for additional support.

Chaeyoung is on the front of the TV with her clone of yours, watching her reflection on the screen as she gets manhandled from behind, her body submitting from the full nelson demolition that is being applied on her own session of sensation.

Tzuyu is doing the same thing as Chaeyoung, but it's not her reflection she’s watching. She’s viewing the rainy atmosphere outside the streets of Seoul just to distract herself from getting penetrated by your clone in a one-legged standing. Her body is paralled with his body, and she kisses him to let your clone know that he’s doing a good job, filling her up to the brim.

As they all received your warm present oozing underneath between their legs, they decided with you to go on for one last round before wrapping up this party that became a sex-filled, erotic occasion.

You went on to find Jihyo, who has now abandoned by your clone on the couch, after you mentally commanded him to go after Jeongyeon next. Jihyo looked up at you and gave you a soft smile, to which you also returned the gesture.

To ride off her exhaustion, you sat beside her and took her tits all by yourself. You were definitely pretending to yourself if you were denying that Jihyo’s enormous mommy milkers aren’t distracting you whenever they look very evident and alluring at her clothes that felt too tight or revealing. 

It’s not because you are simply a pervert; being quite an introvert, you just don’t know exactly what to do to completely avoid it.

Now that you have her nice pair of bosoms resting neatly below her chest, it would be disrespectful of you to just continue ignoring such a pretty and sexy lady like her, especially if you are now free to have her for your own satisfaction as much as she has for you.

Without any further ado, you feasted a lot with her tits, kneading each of their softness and weighing them on your palm before you dipped your salivating mouth into her caramelized nipples and areolas.

Jihyo is just there, whimpering and sighing heavily at your mouth, marking her precious assets. She combs your hair like a good baby boy sucking off her mommy’s milk.

As you removed your face from her breasts, you stood in front of her and went on with another idea you had in store for her.

Presenting your engorged cock once again, you used her breasts to place it between them and sandwich it around your shaft before allowing you to titfuck Jihyo.

Jihyo lowered her head and spit on your cock as she attempted to catch your head with her tongue, giving it a few licks while you went forward. You didn’t go on for too long on going after her breasts because it's not only that who has to be recognized on. Her entire body should be praised for a goddess like her.

Now contented with the feeling of your cock passing through the deep valley of her cleavage, you pulled Jihyo with you and replaced her on the couch. You instructed her to climb on your lap, in which she sat down, gripping your cock and tucking it to her pussy.

“Ahh! Fuck me, augh yes just like what I imagined when I first had a look at your cock.” Jihyo said as she slightly twerked her plump ass.

You catched her waist and suddenly slammed her down as you made her furiously bouncing on your lap. “Shit, fuck you like that huh? You like getting hammered by my big cock don’t you, Jihyo?”

“Yes yes! YN go faster please!”

“Scream for me! Let everyone in this room know that no one can match my cock for your tight pussy!” You slapped Jihyo in the face and spanked her ass as you roared at her.

“G-GIRLS! O-OH GOD… OH MY GOD UGH YESSSSS!! FUCK, H-HE’S THE BEST AT THIS… I WON’T FIND ANYONE THAN YOU, YN! I JUST WANT YOUR COCK, NOT EVERYONE ELSES”  You pushed her closer to you and mashed your face at her tits as you rammed her like a madman.

You are fucking Jihyo so intensely that your groans of pleasure isn’t enough yet to let Jihyo know that she and the rest of the girls will get to experience whatever limits of sex they can reach just so they can feel like they’re locked up in heaven.

Sliding her ass out more, Jihyo became confused on why did you paused after the horrific speed you just gave on her. Her answer came shortly as she felt another cock getting inserted in her another hole.

Jihyo screamed in both pain and pleasure as she is now getting double penetrated by you and your clone. While you continued to suck her bouncing tits, Jihyo looks around to check what the other girls are also receiving at the moment.

On her front view, there’s Nayeon and her clone having tabletop sex at the kitchen counter. Sana is giggling and and moaning at the same time with her shaky voice as she is bouncing up and down beneath your clone’s cock at the stairs in a reverse cowgirl. Mina is having her pussy being eaten by Dahyun whose front frame and breasts are pressed on the floor while her ass is being fucked in a flatiron position.

On her back there goes the scene where Jeongyeon is bent in half like a seashell by your clone while having her tits sucked, Momo getting some spooning treatment, her tits swaying at every thrusts she receives, Chaeyoung moaning for mercy as she gets hogged by your clone in an upstanding citizen, carrying her small frame while having her limbs floating in the air due to getting hooked around in her legs.

Lastly, Tzuyu continues to admire the night view of Seoul through the windows while his clone is pistoning her pussy in a stand and deliver.

“I- I can’t take it anymore, I- I’m going to let it out, YN!”

“I’m getting close too, Jihyo…”

“Perfect fucking timing. Let’s end together.” Jihyo said as is staring dangerously at you before she reached your face for one more kiss. 

You and your clone plowed Jihyo to the brink of fulfillment as a few more strokes and rough collisions of your skin slapping together took yourselves into orgasm. Jihyo shouts lewdly as she feels streams of her slimy nectar squirt around your cock while it pulsates the last set of your pearly cum straight through her cunt.

The room resonated with synchronized screams, moans, and curses as everybody embraced their climax. You quickly grabbed your device and switched it off, making your clones disappear in an instant.

You sat beside Jihyo, who is now knocked off after having her energy spent just like the rest of the girls with you. The room smells like sex, with cum overflowing from their gaping holes and puddles of crystal liquid all over the floor. Bodies slumped and scattered everywhere around the house.

But then in some of their surprise, they noticed that the cum that came out from your clones disappeared next, making their snatch feel a bit lighter now than earlier, except for the trio Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo.

“I guess those are also artificial and temporary just like them.” Jeongyeon said as she looked at the  evidences that gone missing.

“But not for us.” Nayeon smiled proudly and scooped some of your cum flowing on her thigh with her fingers, tasting it again.

“Ehhh that’s unfair!” Sana pouted as she looked at Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo with jealousy.

“You better give us next time, YN.” Momo challenged you.

“Yeah… I will, because for now I can’t do it anymore.” You laid down on the couch, and Jihyo helped you get some pillow. “I’m so goddamn exhausted.”

“Maybe that’s why the clones can feel what you feel and think what you think, because they are connected on your brain.” Jihyo said. “And since you mutiplied them, that goes the same with its effects to you.” 

“How ironic. I still felt like I had sex with you guys all by myself.” You panted. “You girls can sleep on my bed. Jeongyeon, remember to clean with me okay?”

“Yup. I know. Goodnight, girls.” Jeongyeon stood up on the floor. She also helped the girls to get up before they went towards you and sent a kiss to your cheek.

“Thanks for a hell of a time, YN. Goodnight.” Jihyo gave the last kiss and patted your chest before she left you sleeping on the couch. Few days later, you lived up to your words, You invited again the second batch consisting of MISAMO: Mina, Sana, and Momo and the School Meal Club trio Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu to finish what you started, a hot, wild, and exhausting hours of sex with all six of them. Thankfully, with the help of some expensive and strong viagra that Nayeon recommended for you to use, you were able to survive servicing these beauties, thrusting and spurting each one with a large amount of your irreplaceable cum within the depths of their pussy from dusk ‘til dawn.

[stormyfog]

mine to keep 🔒

yandere bf niki x fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, smut later on

chapter 1

i met niki through a dating app, and swiping right on him was the biggest mistake i’d ever made. at the time, it felt harmless—a quick match with a guy who was just a year older than me at 19, which i didn’t mind. his profile had been charming, his messages even more so, and when we met in person, his confidence and charisma swept me off my feet. i didn’t realize then that behind his captivating smile was a possessiveness i wasn’t prepared for—a side of him that would slowly, but surely, consume me.

when i told my friends—momo, tzuyu, and jay—that i finally had my first boyfriend, they were ecstatic for me. momo practically squealed, tzuyu smiled softly and called it “about time,” and jay gave me a playful nudge, saying, “he better treat you right, or he’ll have to deal with me.” since niki was my first boyfriend, i had no idea what to expect. the butterflies, the nervousness, the constant overthinking—it was all new to me, and my friends were my lifeline through it all. they offered advice, shared their own experiences, and told me to take things slow. “just be yourself,” momo had said. “if he’s the right guy, everything will fall into place.” at the time, i believed her.

niki invited me over to his house for a movie date, and i happily agreed. we ended up watching a horror movie, and every time a jumpscare popped up, i found myself gripping his hand tightly. he chuckled softly at my reactions, and i couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. but then i noticed something—niki wasn’t watching the movie at all. he was watching me. i turned to him, catching his gaze, and asked if something was wrong. “nothing,” he said with a small smile. “you just look so pretty.” his words made my cheeks burn, and i quickly turned back to the screen, trying to focus on the movie. before i could settle, niki gently turned my face back toward him, his hand soft on my cheek, and leaned in for a kiss. my mind raced, unsure of what to do, until i remembered what my friends had told me: just be yourself. with that in mind, i closed my eyes and accepted his kiss, letting myself get lost in the moment.

as the night went on, i realized it was getting late and told niki i should probably head home. he looked at me, his expression soft yet persuasive, and offered for me to stay the night instead. “it’s late,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “you’ll be safer here.” i hesitated, unsure if it was too soon for something like this, but then i reminded myself that this was probably normal when you start dating. after a moment of debating with myself, i nodded and agreed. “okay,” i said quietly, trying to ignore the nerves fluttering in my chest. niki smiled, leaning in to kiss my forehead, and led me to his room, where i couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and uncertainty about what was to come.

that night, niki and i cuddled in his bed, his arms wrapped securely around me as we drifted off to sleep. the next morning, i woke up to find him still sound asleep, his peaceful expression making my heart flutter. i gently shook him awake, whispering that i needed to go, but instead of letting me go, he pulled me closer, his voice groggy as he mumbled, “no, don’t go yet.” he pressed soft, sleepy kisses across my face, his warmth making it impossible not to smile. i giggled at his reaction, feeling my cheeks heat up as i relaxed into his embrace, savoring the moment a little longer.

a few minutes later, niki finally got up and offered to drive me back to my house. i didn’t think much of it at the time and agreed, not realizing this was another mistake—now he knew where i lived. when we arrived, i said goodbye and thanked him for the ride, waving as he drove off. the moment i stepped inside, i pulled out my phone and texted my friends’ group chat, giving them a full update about what had happened. momo sent a string of heart emojis, tzuyu told me she wanted every single detail, and jay jokingly asked if niki had passed 'the big brother test' yet. i couldn’t help but laugh at their responses, feeling like everything was falling into place perfectly.

chapter 2

i had finally decided it was time to introduce niki to my friends. after all, things were getting more serious between us, and i knew my friends would want to meet him. we all planned to hang out at the mall, and niki was eager to join. when we met up, momo and tzuyu immediately started making ‘oooh’ sounds, teasing us about our relationship. niki just chuckled, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world. i couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but i was happy to see them getting along so well. jay, on the other hand, wasn’t as open with his emotions. he smiled and gave niki a friendly nod, but i could tell there was something in his eyes—a hint of jealousy, maybe? it wasn’t surprising, considering jay had been my childhood friend, and i knew he’d always looked out for me. still, i appreciated that he wasn’t letting his feelings get in the way of our fun. throughout the day, niki spoiled me by paying for all my things, something that made me both grateful and slightly uncomfortable. i didn’t want to feel indebted to him, but the way he smiled at me made it hard to refuse.

it had been a month since niki and i started dating, and while things were still good, i began noticing some subtle changes. he had become more protective of me, constantly telling me that i didn’t need my friends and that i deserved better. at first, i thought it was sweet, a sign that he cared about me, but then it started to feel a little... off. i didn’t think too much of it, chalking it up to the fact that he was my first boyfriend, and i didn’t know much about relationships. what really started to unsettle me was how he became more possessive, constantly checking in on me and questioning where i was or who i was with. i brushed it off, thinking maybe it was just his way of showing affection. what i didn’t know, though, was that he had already crossed a line. while i was asleep at night, niki had snuck into my house and inserted a chip into my phone, silently spying on me without me realizing. i didn’t suspect a thing, and i thought his possessiveness was just a normal part of being in a relationship. but in the back of my mind, something felt like it was slowly shifting.

as the days passed, i began to feel a growing unease about niki’s behavior. i couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, but i didn’t know how to confront him about it. so, i turned to my friends’ group chat, sharing my concerns and asking for their thoughts. momo, tzuyu, and jay all told me that it sounded like niki was becoming a little too overbearing, warning me to be careful. but i brushed off their advice, convincing myself that they didn’t understand. after all, niki was just being protective, right? he was my first boyfriend, and maybe i was just overthinking things. eventually, i stopped paying attention to their messages, silently pushing their concerns aside as i convinced myself that everything would be fine. niki’s love was just... intense. and i figured it was just part of being in a relationship.

niki’s words began to linger in my mind more and more. he started saying that i should move in with him, so we could be together all the time. at first, i hesitated, unsure if it was too soon for such a big step in our relationship. i didn’t know if it was the right decision, but the thought of always being close to him, never having to leave his side, started to feel comforting. niki promised it would be the best thing for us, that it would only bring us closer. my friends, however, didn’t feel the same. they warned me that moving in so soon was a huge leap and that i was rushing things. but i pushed their concerns aside, convincing myself that it would be fine. after all, niki was just looking out for me. so, i packed up my things, moving into his place. as i settled into our new life together, a strange feeling nagged at the back of my mind, but i ignored it, telling myself it was just the excitement of being in love.

another month passed, and niki’s possessiveness grew stronger with each passing day. he started insisting that i couldn’t see my friends anymore, claiming that they were a bad influence on me. if i wanted to go out, he wouldn’t let me leave without him by my side, always making sure he was there, watching my every move. at first, i thought it was just him being protective, but the constant surveillance and control began to wear on me. i started to feel trapped, suffocated by his need to always be around. regret started to creep in as i remembered my friends’ warnings, and i couldn’t help but wish i had listened to them. but now, i was too deep in the relationship, too tangled in his web of control. i wanted to talk to someone, but i was scared—scared of what niki might do if i did.

chapter 3

one evening, after yet another argument with niki about his possessiveness, i finally snapped. i told him he was being way too controlling, that i couldn’t breathe anymore with him always watching my every move. i tried to explain that i needed space, that i needed my own life outside of him. but as always, niki’s expression darkened, and he just stared at me, silent for a moment before walking out the door with a simple, “i’ll be back soon. i’m getting food for us.” as soon as he left, i quickly grabbed my phone, feeling a wave of desperation wash over me. i needed help, and fast. i texted my friends’ group chat, explaining everything that had been happening and asking them to help me get out of this situation. i even sent them niki’s address, hoping they could come and get me. no sooner had i sent the message, i heard niki’s car pull out of the driveway. i breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking i had some time. little did i know, niki wasn’t really getting food—he used the chip he put in my phone to track my every move. he saw my friends' car pull into the driveway, and without hesitation, he followed them in his own car, a sickening feeling of dread building in my stomach.

as jay drove, my friends quickly noticed a car following closely behind us. they exchanged nervous glances, and jay’s grip tightened on the wheel. he pulled into his driveway, trying to shake niki off, but it was too late. niki parked his car and got out, storming toward us with a look of fury. without a word, jay jumped out of the car, ready to confront him. the two of them squared off, words turning into shoves, and it escalated into a full-on fight. i watched helplessly from the car, heart racing as the sounds of punches and grunts filled the air. the fight was intense, neither of them giving an inch, but in the end, it ended in a standstill. both of them were exhausted, bruised, but neither had emerged victorious. with a final glare, niki retreated to his car and sped off, leaving us in the quiet aftermath. i rushed out of the car and ran to jay, who was standing there, catching his breath. “are you okay?” i asked, my voice trembling. jay gave me a small, reassuring smile, though i could see the tension in his eyes. “i’m fine,” he replied, but i could tell he was more worried about me than about himself.

once we were inside jay’s house, the tension didn’t ease. momo and tzuyu immediately started helping jay with the cuts and bruises, but the weight of what had just happened hung heavily in the air. they exchanged a glance before turning to me, their faces serious. “y/n, it’s time,” momo said softly, her voice filled with concern. “you need to break up with him. he’s not good for you. this isn’t healthy.” tzuyu nodded in agreement, her usual calm demeanor replaced with an intensity i hadn’t seen before. a sense of dread pooled in my stomach. i didn’t want to lose niki, but i knew deep down that this wasn’t the person i had fallen for. i swallowed hard, my heart aching as i pulled out my phone. i couldn’t ignore it any longer. taking a deep breath, i typed the words that felt like they would shatter me: “niki, we’re over.” my fingers shook as i hit send, but as soon as the message was gone, a wave of sadness and relief washed over me. i couldn’t help but wonder if i had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

a few weeks passed, and niki never responded to my breakup message. while i still felt a mix of relief and guilt, i found myself growing closer to jay. we spent more time together, doing everything from late-night talks to spontaneous trips. jay was there for me in ways i hadn’t even realized i needed, and i couldn’t help but appreciate the comfort he brought. momo and tzuyu noticed the change and were happy for us. “you two were always meant to be,” tzuyu said, and momo teased, “finally, after all these years.” their support made me feel at ease, but deep down, i couldn’t shake the feeling that niki’s silence wasn’t the end of it.

little did i know, niki had been planning something far more sinister while he was away. he wasn’t done with me yet. niki was working behind the scenes, finding ways to drive all my friends away, one by one. after all, he still had the chip in my phone that no one knew about, tracking my every move, watching my conversations, and using it to manipulate the situation. it was like he was always lurking in the background, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

chapter 4

after a month of planning and scheming, niki finally set his traps in motion. his first target was momo, who had unwittingly walked into his trap when she returned to her house. niki had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

with momo distracted by her daily routine, niki snuck up behind her and knocked her out cold. he then dragged her back to the living room and tied her securely to a chair. a sadistic grin spread across his face as he began to explain why y/n was his. "you see, momo," niki sneered, "y/n was always meant to be mine. and you took that away from me." the air was thick with tension as niki began to torture momo, leaving her writhing in agony. as the sun set over the city, niki finally left momo to die in her own home.

i had been staying at jay’s house for safety, trying to keep my mind off the lingering fear of niki. but the fragile sense of security shattered when the news blared through the tv, announcing the discovery of a body found in a nearby home. my heart stopped as the screen showed momo’s house. the anchor confirmed what i dreaded—it was her. i froze, my chest tightening as tears welled up in my eyes. jay and i exchanged panicked glances before he reached for his phone. "we need to call tzuyu," i whispered, my voice shaky. jay nodded, quickly dialing her number as i sat in silence, my mind racing with fear and disbelief.

tzuyu picked up the call almost immediately, her voice calm but firm as she reassured us, “don’t worry, i have pepper spray and other things to protect myself. i’ll be fine.” her words brought a small sense of relief, but it wasn’t enough to erase the growing dread in my chest. jay and i exchanged uneasy looks, both of us thinking the same thing—if niki was behind this, who would he target next? the thought of losing someone else made my stomach churn, and i clenched my fists, silently wishing this nightmare would end.

a couple of days passed, and tzuyu decided to take a stroll in the woods near her house, hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind from the tragedy of momo. she hummed softly to herself, trying to shake off the unease that lingered. little did she know, niki was right behind her, moving like a shadow. before she could react, he shoved her to the ground, catching her completely off guard. panicked, tzuyu fumbled for her pepper spray and quickly aimed it at him, spraying without hesitation. to her horror, it had no effect—niki was prepared, wearing protective glasses and a ski mask. her mind raced in confusion and fear. how could he have known? what tzuyu didn’t realize was that niki had overheard everything through the chip in my phone, listening in on every word of our conversation.

niki ended tzuyu’s life right then and there, with no hesitation, ensuring there was no escape for her. he left her lifeless body in the woods, arranging it in a way that would ensure it would be found by the authorities. a few days later, the news broke: another body had been discovered. this time, it was tzuyu. the room fell silent as jay and i watched the broadcast in shock. jay turned to me, his expression serious yet soft, and said, “everything will be alright. i’ll protect you, no matter what.” despite his reassurance, a cold fear gripped my heart, knowing niki wasn’t going to stop.

the next day, jay told me he needed to step out and grab some food for me. he reassured me that all the doors and windows were locked, double-checking them before leaving. i gave him a small, nervous smile as he left, trying not to let the fear of being alone consume me. after some time, i decided to take a nap, hoping it would calm my racing thoughts.

unbeknownst to me, niki had been watching, waiting for the perfect moment. he skillfully unlocked the back door with a pick, quietly stepping inside. his dark figure loomed over my sleeping body, a twisted smile forming on his lips. leaning down, he whispered softly, "don't worry, everything will be fine soon." i stirred slightly but didn’t wake—until he pressed a cloth over my mouth. my eyes flew open, locking onto niki’s cold, calculating gaze. i tried to move, to fight back, but the chemicals took hold. my vision blurred, and the world faded to black as i fell unconscious.

niki tied me up and placed me in the backseat of my car before heading back into jay’s house to wait. when jay returned, groceries in hand, he froze at the sight of niki casually sitting on his couch. “what did you do to her?!” jay shouted, dropping the bags in a panic. niki smirked, standing up slowly. “i’m only taking back what’s mine,” he said coldly, pulling out a pocket knife. before jay could react, niki lunged forward and stabbed him. jay gasped as his body crumpled to the floor, blood pooling beneath him, while niki looked on, completely unfazed.

chapter 5 (smut)

i woke up in a daze, my head pounding as i tried to regain my composure. blinking a few times, i looked around and quickly recognized the room i was in—niki’s bedroom. but it wasn’t how i remembered it. the walls were plastered with pictures of my friends, each one crossed out with bold red x’s, and beside them were papers filled with detailed plans of what niki had done to them. my stomach twisted in horror as my eyes shifted to another section of the wall. there, amidst the chaos, were pictures of me—hundreds of them, all jumbled together with a massive heart drawn around them in bright red ink.

i tried to move and was relieved to realize i wasn’t tied down or restrained in any way. my legs were shaky, but i pushed myself to stand, summoning every bit of strength i had. slowly, i staggered toward the bedroom door, my only chance at escape. as i opened it, my heart dropped—niki was standing right there, his 6'1" frame towering over me. my breath hitched as he took a step forward, forcing me to retreat back into the room. his eyes burned with an unsettling intensity as he gestured toward the pictures plastered on the walls. "do you see how much i love you?" he began, his voice low but filled with venom. "i hate seeing what's mine being taken away. i had to do this. you should’ve listened to me before. you should’ve stayed with me. none of this would’ve happened if you just listened." each word dripped with possessiveness, his twisted devotion sending shivers down my spine.

niki backed me up until i stumbled and fell onto the bed again, his movements swift and deliberate. before i could gather myself, he was on top of me, pinning both of my hands above my head with just one arm. i gasped, my body trembling as my heart raced in my chest. "i-i’m sorry, niki... please! don't hurt me!" i begged, the tears streaming down my face, mixing with the panic that gripped my every thought. his expression was cold, but his voice remained eerily calm as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "no," he said, his words almost a whisper, "you should’ve listened to me. you wouldn’t be in this position otherwise." his grip tightened, and the fear bubbled up inside me as i realized how much control he had over me.

niki's grip on my wrists tightened, his voice low and almost possessive as he spoke. "i have to punish you. i have to," he muttered, his words barely a whisper against my skin. "i told you those friends won’t protect you the way i do. i have to do this so that you listen to me." my heart raced, and i could barely think straight through the overwhelming fear. "no—niki, please, don’t!" i begged, my voice breaking as i tried to pull away, my chest tight with terror. before i could say anything else, niki cut me off, his mouth suddenly on my neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood. a sharp cry escaped me, and i whimpered in pain as the searing sensation hit, my body tensing in shock. the sharp sting of his teeth left me trembling, unable to escape his grip.

as niki continued to mark me, i couldn't help but whimper in submission, his groans of satisfaction only fueling my desire for him. he then started to undress me, leaving me fully exposed and vulnerable before him. despite the danger and uncertainty of our situation, i couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at being completely under his control. he undressed himself as well, revealing the hard lines of his body beneath his clothes. the air was thick with tension as he gazed down at me, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that left me breathless and wanting more.

niki then dipped his finger in me, expertly working their way inside me, his thumb circling my entrance as he slowly pumped in and out. i felt a mix of pleasure and discomfort as he began to stretch me, preparing me for the size that was to come. his eyes never left mine, burning with a smoldering intensity that made my skin prickle with anticipation. "you're so tight," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. he continued to work his magic, gradually increasing the pressure until i was gasping for air, my body trembling with need.

niki let go of my arms, hovering over me, his warm breath touching my ear, “i’ll teach you to listen to me.” his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with a fierce dominance as he aligned his massive cock to my trembling entrance. i felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me as i wondered if it would even fit, but niki was undeterred. he slowly began to push forward, the head of his dick breaching my opening and sending sparks of pain through my body. i winced at the initial discomfort, but niki didn't stop, instead continuing to thrust in and out in slow, deliberate strokes. with each passing moment, the pain gave way to a growing sense of fullness and pressure as he stretched me further than i ever thought possible.

he then gripped my hips as he pounded into me with reckless abandon, his thrusts growing more brutal and unforgiving. i begged him to slow down, but niki just laughed, his voice cold and detached. "this is what you get for not listening to me," he repeated, his words dripping with malice. i clung to his back for support, my fingers digging deep into the flesh as i tried to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through my body. tears streamed down my face as niki leaned in close, his lips brushing against mine in a cruel kiss. his eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he whispered the question that sent shivers down my spine: "do you understand what happens if you don't listen to me?"

as i felt myself approaching climax, i whispered to niki that i was close, but he sternly instructed me not to come unless he gave permission. this command only served to heighten my emotional distress, and i broke down into tears as i begged niki to let me release the pent-up tension in my body. however, niki remained unmoved by my pleas, his expression unyielding as he continued to thrust into me with deliberate precision. it wasn't until he spoke again that any sense of hope arose—"listen to me," he growled, "listen to me and maybe...just maybe...i'll reward you."

after what felt like an eternity, niki's relentless pace showed no signs of slowing. i was a quivering mess, my body screaming for release as i struggled to hold back the inevitable. but it seemed that fate had other plans, and with one final thrust, niki's words pierced through the chaos: "you can come." a wave of relief washed over me as i let go of all control and allowed myself to surrender to the orgasm. it was only moments later that niki joined me in his own climax, his groan echoing through the air as he pumped into me with renewed ferocity. and just when i thought it was all over, niki's voice cut through the haze once more: "i'm not done yet.”

i gazed up at niki through tear-stained eyes, my body still reeling from the intensity of our first round. i was spent, exhausted, and overwhelmed by the relentless pace he'd set. but niki seemed to have other plans, his hands moving with a newfound ferocity as he flipped me onto my stomach and positioned himself behind me. my ass hung in the air, exposed and vulnerable as he grasped my hips and plunged into me once more. i moaned softly, my body protesting the sudden invasion even as it responded to his touch. i arched my back in an attempt to escape the overstimulation, but it only seemed to fuel niki's desire for more.

i clung to the bed sheets, my fingers digging deep into the fabric as niki continued to drive himself into me with ruthless precision. his words cut through the haze of pleasure and pain, a cruel reminder of why i was in this position in the first place: "see? if you listen to me, you wouldn't have to be punished." the words were like a spark that ignited another wave of orgasmic intensity within me, and before i could even process what was happening, i came again without warning. my body went limp, exhausted and spent as niki's thrusts slowed to a stop. he chuckled softly, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered something that sent shivers down my spine, “again.”

i felt myself reaching the breaking point, my body screaming for mercy as niki continued to thrust into me with relentless precision. it was like he had a sixth sense, knowing exactly when to push me over the edge and send me tumbling into another abyss of pleasure. and yet, i couldn't help but succumb to his will, my body betraying me once more as i came again not only a few minutes after. the sensation was almost too much to bear, my mind reeling from the sheer intensity of it all. niki's own climax followed shortly after mine, his groan echoing through the air as he pumped into me one final time before collapsing against my back in exhaustion. his breath hot against my skin, i could feel his heart pounding in time with mine as we lay there together in silence.

niki's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as he whispered words of reassurance into my ear: "i'll protect you forever, i promise." the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his embrace were like a balm to my exhausted soul. as we lay there together, i felt a sense of safety wash over me, as if nothing could ever harm us again.

as the silence stretched out between us, our breathing synchronized in time with each other's. my eyelids grew heavy, and before i knew it, i was drifting off to sleep. niki followed suit soon after, his soft snores mingling with mine as we both succumbed to the exhaustion that had been building all day.

[lvstrucks]

i still miss the smoke

lando norris x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact!)

You hadn’t returned to the bar in months. Since breaking up with Lando you’d avoided it like the plague, knowing how that one bar had been such a staple in your relationship. The two of you had spent countless nights in the hazy atmosphere, drinking pints either with a group of mutual friends or just the two of you. It was the first place Lando had told you he loved you a few years ago, reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in close to whisper those three words. 

Now, it mocked you each time you had to walk past. The location app on your phone clearly still hadn’t got the message about the breakup, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your stomach each time you saw Lando’s little green location dot hovering there. Did he not miss you at all? Was he not reminded of you; your scent, your hair, your real laugh when you’d tip your head all the way back each time he stepped in through the doors and sat at your regular table, that one seat left barren since you’d left him?

After the breakup, you’d distanced yourself from the friend group. You’d told yourself the only way to move on was to start a completely clean slate, but it clearly hadn’t worked. The only outcome seemed now you had no one to ask for updates on how Lando was doing, only that glowing green dot. Was he out having a good time, or was he waiting for you there? As you slipped on a black dress and swiped lipstick on, you realized there was only one way to find out. 

Lando stared down into the bottom of his glass, watching the way the amber liquid swirled endlessly with his gentle movement. He tried to force a smile, crack a joke, but his efforts fell flat as he caught a glance of the perpetually empty seat next to him. 

“Uh, Lando.” coughed a friend from across the table. 

Lando looked up, startled from his thoughts. He gave the friend a quizzical look, following his line of sight and his heart caught in his chest as he saw you walking in. You were all alone, looking slightly unsure of your surroundings. Lando swallowed thickly, watching intently as  you chattered lightly to the bartender, ordering your drink. When it was handed to you and you brought it to your lips, another friend from Lando’s table decided to take the initiative and called you over, gesturing to your usual seat. 

“Hey, guys.” you said quietly, setting down your drink and uncertainly sitting down next to Lando. 

You were met with a chorus of hello and how are you? from your old friends. It was slightly awkward, but the air felt charged with a static hope. 

As you caught up with the group, Lando kept quiet, looking down at the table. The only acknowledgement of you he allowed himself was letting his knee knock gently sideways, resting against yours and he had to focus on breathing manually as he felt the electric charge running from your leg to his. 

“Lando?” you say quietly while your friends are busy chatting amongst themselves. “Can we- Can I talk to you? Alone?”

Lando forces himself to swallow his excitement, determined not to get his hopes up. He nods, standing quickly from the table and leading you outside. He leans against the brick wall outside the bar, the moon and streetlights illuminating the slight frizz on top of his unruly curls. 

“Yeah?” he speaks up finally. 

You blink for a moment, taking in his features. 

“I miss you.” you say simply. 

Lando looks up at you faster than he should have. 

“Yeah?” he repeats himself dumbly. 

“Yeah.” you nod. Lando simply looks at you, so you decide you might have to take initiative. It’s only fair really: you were the one who ended it - you would have to be the one to take the lead now. 

“Do you miss me? Just a little bit?” you ask, taking his hand gently. 

He doesn’t pull away, just nods slowly. 

“Yeah,” he says, a third time. “More than a little bit.” He seems to break out of his trance at his own admission, taking a step closer and wrapping his strong arms around you. All you can do is mirror his actions, burying your face in his shoulder and breathing in the scent of him. He feels like coming home. 

Lando squeezes you tighter, throwing caution to the wind with the feeling of having you back in his arms. 

“Wanna come back to mine?” he asks, grinning a big toothy grin that no one has seen in months when you nod and tuck yourself into his side. 

Lando doesn’t take his hands off you once as you enter his dark apartment. He doesn’t even bother letting go to switch on the lights, just leading you through the hallway to his bedroom. You don’t mind at all. You’re sure you could find your way around his apartment with your eyes closed still. 

He lays you down on the bed gently, leaning over you and playing with a strand of your loose hair. When he kisses you again, it’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt. 

“Gotta tell me what you want, pretty.” he murmurs while kissing down the column of your throat. 

“You, Lan. I want you.” you all but cry out. Lando’s stomach tightens at the nickname. God, he’d missed that. 

He pulls of his shirt and unbuckles his pants while you wriggle out of your dress. There’s no time for formalities. 

“I’m gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Lando assures you as he scooches down the beg, tracing lines on your thighs as he kisses your legs open. He breathes deeply at the sight of you, trying desperately to control himself. 

“So so pretty.” he mumbles into you as he presses kisses to your folds. “All for me.”

Lando looks up, watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort as he slips one finger into you, just up to his first knuckle. You whine, arching your back slightly in search of more. He pushes his finger into you fully, pulling it out slightly before pushing in another as well. 

“You like, baby?” he hums, breaking the intense eye contact as he lowers his mouth over you. Gently brushing over your clit, he giggles as you throw your head back, the sensation unbearably good. He presses his open mouth onto your clit, beginning to lick and suck while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

“Lan, baby,” you gasp, one hand coming down to grab onto the back of his head to ground yourself. Your fingers brush against the fade at the back of his head, reaching only stubble and feeling his neck flex as he works on you. “I’m so close..”

Lando hums into your clit, not stopping for a second as he mumbles reassurances. “I got you baby.” 

You turn your head, sighing into the pillow as you come undone over his face. He chuckles as he pulls out his fingers once you’ve stillled. 

“That any good for you, babygirl?” he asks cheekily, licking off his fingers. 

All you can do is giggle breathlessly as he scooches himself up the bed, high enough to sit back on his heels and line himself up with your clenching entrance. 

He sighs in relief as he presses into you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as your bodies meld together. 

“Ow,” you whisper at the stretch. “I forgot..I forgot how big you were.” Lando immediately stills, reaching to give your hand a squeeze as you get used to the burn. 

“‘M sorry baby,” he whispers as he presses kisses to your chin, watching with concern at the pain on your face. 

“‘s it ok for me to move now?” he asks as your face relaxes and you nod, tapping at his lower back to spur him on. 

“Please.” you breathe. 

Lando snaps his hips into yours, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder, a place he’s missed dearly. You wrap your legs around his hips, wanting him impossibly closer as he rocks you into the plush bedsheets. 

“You’re so warm and wet for me,” Lando gasps. “I won’t last long.” “That’s ok,” you encourage him, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his head. 

Lando groans and pushes himself up onto his knees as he lifts your legs up, throwing them on each shoulder as he leans down closer to you again, and the new angle is so good you don’t even mind being practically folded in half. 

“You gonna come for me again?” he asks, face screwing up into an expression you know all too well. He brings one hand between your bodies to press on your clit while the other still grips onto your hand for dear life. 

“Yeah,” you whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach tighten and your toes begin to curl. 

“Lando-” you try to warn him, but he’s already grunting and biting his lower lip, forehead resting on yours. 

“Fuck- I love- I love you” he cries out accidentally as his hips stutter into the back of your thighs, filling you quickly. 

The room is filled by a comfortable silence, broken only by the pants and deep breaths of both you and Lando as you come back down. He lays behind you, stroking a pattern into your hip as he nuzzles into your neck, on the brink of sleep. You know you’ve only got a minute or two before he’s asleep, but you can’t help but open the can of worms. 

“Do you?”

Lando hums into your ear, not understanding your question. 

“Do you still love me?” you question. “Can you still?” 

Lando barely hesitates before he nods, glad his blushing cheeks are hidden behind your hair. 

“Yeah.” he confirms. “I do. I couldn’t- I can’t stop.”

You turn in his arms, bringing one hand to stroke his burning cheek. 

“I’m sorry.” you whisper quietly. “I’m so, so sorry for leaving you. I just couldn’t deal with everything- but it was so much worse without you.”

“I know, baby,” Lando murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as you curl into his arms. “It’s you and me, yeah?”

thank you for reading! feedback or reblogs are always appreciated <3

[somniseeker]

“ding!” [ undertale x reader ]

series masterlist : [here] | chapter one

summary: you can’t sleep, and at 3:49 AM, a notification pulls you into a mysterious group chat called UnderChat. the members—quirky and chaotic sans au’s like ink, fresh, and error—welcome you as their newest recruit, insisting you’re from an alternate universe. confused but curious, you hesitate to believe them, wondering if you’ve stumbled into the strangest roleplay or something more.

3:49 AM

That was the time, obviously. You were not catching a wink of sleep tonight, even though those eyes of yours were pratically burning at this point. Blinking at the bright light which popped up when you clicked a notifaction. "DING!" echoed the phone on full volume: You were just about to scroll through tumblr aud—

Oh.

Oh. . 

You've been added to a groupchat.

Immediately sitting up you rubbed your eyes, curiousity gleaming in them.

UnderChat 

You don't remember downloading that app. . Perhaps you accidentally clicked on one of those explicit advertisements on accident while reading on pirated websites, that seems like a plausible explanation. Still doesn't explain why you're recieving notifactions saying your in a groupchat. A groan escaped your lips as you clicked the notifaction, although accepting the fact this was some sort of call-out cancel groupchat, an accidental add, or it's fake and it's a virus. Probably the latter.

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[ SLEEPRLUVR has joined the group ]

FunkN'Fresh: wellllp ill be diddly darn darned we gots a new funky fresh membah?

GlitchBitch: Stop typing like that.

FunkN'Fresh: noo can do funny magic maannnnnnnnn

[ GLITCHBITCH has muted the groupchat ]

FunkN'Fresh: you maaaaaaad.

Ink: Oh! New member yay, Okay so I can explain this as your probably confused sans!

Ink: Eheh, "how do you know my name" you might ask! wellllp, yknooow the multiverse and all that stuffs? We made a groupchat!

SLEEPRLUVR: what? 

Ink: Okay so a basic run down of how the app works, the three icon's at the side shows you every AU that has joined so far and what their username is - You need to create a profile with yours!

SLEEPRLUVR: what

Ink: Oh— You must still be confused, I'll just do it for you! What AU are you from?

SLEEPRLUVR: what.

Ink: ...

Fell2cool4school: prolly from "what"!tale lmfao

SLEEPRLUVR: no, just wasn't expecting roleplayers in my schedule today. i can do this - what aus are open?

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The chat suddenly went dead silent, leaving you staring groggily at your phone, squinting at the screen. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Does it really take this long to grab a character masterdoc? It's been a while since you last roleplayed, but this felt off. When the next message finally popped up, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

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Ink: Oh, uh... this isn't exactly roleplay, but I get why you'd think that! Anyway, we’ve got a lot of AUs here, so take your pick! Let’s see… there’s Underswap, Underfell, Dancetale, and even some wacky ones like Dusttale and Underlust, but let’s not go there unless you’re into, well, *that* kind of stuff. 

SLEEPRLUVR: ...i’m just going to ignore that last part.

Fell2cool4school: aww c’mon, why skip out on the fun? 😈

SLEEPRLUVR: This is ridiculous. Okay, so let's say I believe this whole “multiverse” thing. Why am I here?

Ink: Well, every AU needs a representative! Think of it like... a council! Each universe gets one member to join the chat, share ideas, keep peace, y’know? And... well, you’re the lucky one picked from your AU!

SLEEPRLUVR: but i don’t even know what AU i’m from. how am i supposed to “represent” it?

FunkN’Fresh: uhhh doesn’t seem too funkay to me, guess they jus got dropped here like a beeboppin’ newbie!

GlitchBitch: Figures. Another clueless one. Just what we needed.

Ink: Don’t mind them! We’ll figure out your AU together! It’s kinda exciting, right?

SLEEPRLUVR: mmm, more like nerve-wracking. can i leave?

Ink: Nope! Once you’re in, you’re in. But don’t worry, we’re all friends here! ...Sort of.

Fell2cool4school: speak for yourself, inkhead. i ain't here to make friends. only enemies. and sometimes frenemies. but mostly enemies.

SLEEPRLUVR: yyyeah, i’m definitely going to regret this. okay, so if I’m stuck here… how do I create this profile thing?

Ink: Just tell me a bit about yourself, and I’ll set it up for you! Favorite color? Likes? Dislikes? Any cool abilities? C’mon, spill!

SLEEPRLUVR: umm… favorite color? any, I guess. Likes? Sleeping. Dislikes? Waking up. Abilities? being normal???

GlitchBitch: Abilities: None. Fitting.

Ink: rainbow, sleeping, normal. Got it! I’ll just make your profile super quick…

FunkN’Fresh: "likez sleeping" heh. typical standard sans bruh.

[INK is typing…]

Ink: Done! Welcome to the UnderChat, SLEEPRLUVR!

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m going to need a lot of coffee for this, aren’t I?

FunkN’Fresh: forget coffee, maaaaan. get some soda in yer veins, get the funky fresh groove goin’!

GlitchBitch: Or you could just log off and get back to your irrelevant existence. Just saying.

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m starting to think leaving this group would be the sanest option.

Fell2cool4school: too late for that, buddy. you're one of us now. welcome to the madness.

     You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you, staring at the screen with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. That was... ermmm, certainly an experience. These people seemed like some serious kinnies or something. You hadn't seen roleplayers this deep in character since the wild days of Danganronpa Kokichi Tumblr drama. You gnawed at the inside of your cheek, debating your next move. You had things to do in the morning, so maybe it would be smart to just get some sleep. But then again—shouldn’t you figure out which AU to be? They didn’t even give you a proper list of what was available!

     You could at least deduce a few things. Obviously, GlitchBitch was the Error Sans of the group, with his snarky, broken-text vibes. Ink was, well, Ink, and FunkN’Fresh was soo stereotypically hippie, it was a dead giveaway who he was supposed to be. But who else was in this group—this "UnderChat" as Ink called it? And how were you supposed to see these profiles they mentioned? The whole thing was making your head spin, trying to figure it out.

     Still, as you finally set your phone down and pulled your covers over you, you couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Yeah, it was weird—being added to some mysterious group chat by what seemed like over-enthusiastic roleplayers—but there was something almost... nostalgic about it. It had been a while since you just sat back and played pretend, no matter how weird the scenario... or old the fandom was.

     Maybe tomorrow you’d hit up the Undertale Wiki and find a cool AU to rp as. After all, if you were going to be stuck here, you might as well have some fun with it.

* A/N: uhm, this was written for ao3 and crossposted on quotev and now we're here. it looks best, imo, on quotev because it comes with extra media!! but im here because ppl can send asks n stuff for extra content of the skellies. please reblog or comment , it helps my motivation

[theskywithin]

🌿 Important Note: Jupiter is About to Bring Blessings, But You Need to Change Your Mindset to Receive Them

Jupiter moves into Cancer on June 7, and it wants to give you something real. Not just inner peace, though that’s part of it. Not just wisdom, though that’s coming too. It wants to give you comfort, softness, support, love, belonging. It wants to help you feel safe enough to finally exhale. But here’s the catch: Jupiter can offer you the whole ocean but if you keep showing up with a cup, you’ll only ever taste a sip. This isn’t about manifesting harder. It’s about getting honest about the parts of you that still brace when something good shows up. The parts that shrink, deflect compliments, that say “I’m fine” instead of “I need help.” The parts that feel more comfortable struggling than receiving. Because receiving takes trust takes presence, willingness to let go of control, believe you’re allowed to feel good without earning it through exhaustion. Jupiter in Cancer wants to nourish the parts of you that were never nurtured. To give you warmth without condition. To remind you that being held is not weakness, that comfort is not complacency, that abundance doesn’t only come when you suffer enough to deserve it.

So this week, ask yourself:

🌿 Where am I still rejecting what I say I want? 🌿 What would it feel like to be supported, not tested? 🌿 Am I ready to make peace with ease?

Because the blessings are coming but they’ll pass right by if the door is closed. So open it. Let life meet you with both hands full. You’ve carried enough... It’s time to receive.

♈️ Aries (Sun and Rising) Let someone else take care of things sometimes. Ask for help with the move, the bills, the emotions. Upgrade your space, get serious about your living situation, and stop pretending you're fine when you're overwhelmed. Receiving starts with honesty.

affirmation: “I am safe to slow down. I receive support, security, and softness without guilt.”

♉️ Taurus (Sun and Rising) Say yes to the invitation. Follow up with that contact. Start the project even if it’s not perfect. Stop gatekeeping your own ideas, someone out there wants to support them. And if you’ve been thinking about buying a car, laptop, or course? It’s time.

affirmation: “I receive new opportunities by speaking up. My ideas are allowed to be heard and paid.”

♊️ Gemini (Sun and Rising) Raise your rates. Ask for the raise. Spend like someone who knows more is coming. Invest in comfort, a better mattress, new clothes, food that nourishes instead of numbs. Start treating your security like it’s already growing, because it is.

affirmation: “I am open to more income, more worth, and more ease. Receiving is my new normal.”

♋️ Cancer (Sun and Rising) Update your bio. Launch the thing. Walk into the room like it’s already yours. This is your moment but you have to meet it halfway. Take the compliment. Say thank you. Stop brushing off the attention you asked the universe to send you.

affirmation: “I am ready to be seen, trusted, and celebrated. I welcome every door that opens for me.”

♌️ Leo (Sun and Rising) Rest on purpose. Delete the productivity app if it’s making you anxious. Take the sabbatical. Say no before you crash. Receiving for you looks like canceling plans and still believing you're worthy. Choose peace even when no one’s watching.

affirmation: “Rest is not a threat to my power. I receive healing and peace without having to earn it.”

♍️ Virgo (Sun and Rising) Start the group chat. Apply for the grant. Text the mentor. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. Receiving looks like sharing your goals out loud and letting people rise to meet you. It’s time to reconnect with the ones who actually get it.

affirmation: “Support is safe. I allow the right people into my vision. I don’t have to carry it all.”

♎️ Libra (Sun and Rising) Stop second-guessing your readiness. You are the expert now. Update your resume, pitch yourself, walk taller. Say yes to the role, the opportunity, the next step even if it scares you. Jupiter’s trying to promote you. Let it.

affirmation: “I am no longer waiting for permission. I receive recognition, respect, and my next chapter.”

♏️ Scorpio (Sun and Rising) Book the trip. Enroll in the class. Tell your story. Publish the work. Everything expands when you stop keeping it small and personal. You don’t have to have it all figured out to be inspiring. Take the leap, the world wants more of you.

affirmation: “I receive expansion by stepping into the world. I don’t have to stay hidden to be safe.”

♐️ Sagittarius (Sun and Rising) Start the healing process you’ve been avoiding. Open the scary email. Go to therapy. Let people in. Money might come from surprising sources this year, but so will emotional support if you stop pretending you don’t need either.

affirmation: “I am safe to trust. I receive emotional support, financial blessings, and deep healing.”

♑️ Capricorn (Sun and Rising) Be vulnerable in the conversation. Sign the contract. Trust the new partner. You don’t have to manage every dynamic alone. You’re allowed to want companionship in business, in love, in life. Let people show up for you.

affirmation: “I don’t need to do it alone. I receive love, partnership, and mutual effort without fear.”

♒️ Aquarius (Sun and Rising) Fix the schedule. Adjust your work hours. Upgrade your workspace. Say no to the clients that drain you. Receiving starts with protecting your energy, not burning it to prove you care. Make your daily life more livable now, not later.

affirmation: “I let go of burnout. I receive structure, support, and work that actually works for me.”

♓️ Pisces (Sun and Rising) Pick up the paintbrush. Go on the date. Share your work. Post the thing. Not everything has to be a masterpiece, it just has to be you. Jupiter’s ready to grow what brings you joy. But you have to stop keeping it secret.

affirmation: “I don’t have to prove my joy. I receive celebration, inspiration, and space to create.”

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[hyeitsrim]

do you even know that I want you? | one-shot pt.3!! (N.RK)

“Love's gonna get you killed; But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me” kendrick lamar, pride | no warnings, just a lot of depressing shit, DOWN BAD YNNNN, angst, cursing, nonchalant riki and mayb yn too??? gasp, no ending yet, also mentions of giselle from aespa (forgot to mention this in the last part), sunoo, jungwon and hanni from njz | [wc: 1.1k]

taglist: @annybah @foggychildfun @suhiiiies-blog

part 1 and part 2!!

—why has he not replied to your messages? it’s been days, days since you both last talked (it never went on this long) and days since that incident with the girl…

if he is now with her, he would tell you right?

you decided to give him one last chance. you scrolled through your fyp and found a funny video, sending it to him. you stared at your screen, watching as the video turned from sent to seen. you waited, waited and waited… he went offline. wtf?

you can’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at you, eating your soul away piece by piece before you quickly exit the app and let out a sigh. if this is how he wanna play it then fine, two can play this game. you went into your friends’ group chat, typing out a message, “guys let’s hangout”

giselle almost respond immediately, “Y/N SPEAKING UP FOR A HANGOUT??? ARE PIGS NOW FLYING?”. Jungwon was the next one: “omg, calm ur ass down it’s not like she won a grammy or sum also yes to y/n”. Hanni responded next, “YESYEYESYSYEYEYYSS!!”. Sunoo was the last one to respond, “omfg sure, i missed this sm”

You smirked at your friends’ eagerness to hangout and sent them a location to hangout at before you got ready and went out.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

you all gathered at the cafe with giselle by your side and Jungwon and Hanni sticking together by the hip. you and giselle rolled your eyes at the two love birds before you turned to Sunoo, the plan still fresh in your head. the plan was: take a photo with Sunoo and stand extremely close to him, post it and make riki jealous. you know it’s childish, immature even but you have held back all of your pettiness for too long.

“sunoo, picture?” you asked, turning to him while waving your phone in the air, “sure!” he said as he scooted closer to you when you held your phone up, making sure he was in frame with you. you flashed a small smile at the camera, reaching up to poke sunoo’s cheek before click! the picture was taken. you stared at the pic and smiled to yourself, already feeling excited to post this up later.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

it was a little later and the pictures were posted, including the one with sunoo. almost immediately, riki was the first one to view it and liked it. then, you got a notification.

NOTIFICATION: nishiiiii sent a new message

your heart skipped a beat at the notification and you quickly clicked on it, your eyes roaming around the screen in anticipation. the screen to your chat loaded and riki typed, “wowowow, who’s the guy btw?”. you stared at his message, fingers hovering above the keyboard, “a friend. why? jealous?” you typed out with a smirk.

riki stared at your message, wanting to type out a ‘yes’ to it but held back because of... pride? “no js curious” he typed out before going offline. you felt your eye twitching at the indifference in his message and felt even more infuriated when he went offline. “so how was the party the other day? u js suddenly disappeared and i never saw u”

it took him a while to get back online and he quickly replied to your message, “eh, nothing much, just got drunk and went home with this one girl” he sent. you felt your insides crashing down at his message that confirmed your suspicions, “are u with her now?”

the three bubbles then appeared but disappeared for a few seconds before popping up again, a message finally coming up, “jealous?” he typed back like your earlier message. you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry at that point. “what if i am?” you typed nervously but quickly discarded it, “nvm, forget it”

riki saw your text and frowned, but didn’t type out any more messages oh because he has too much pride and his ego is sky-high. you saw that he didn’t reply to your message but was still online. well, shit, the plan has gone miserably and terribly wrong because you’re still at square one. fuck this shit, you’ll start ignoring him at school too.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

at school, you were waking to class with giselle though your eyes were somewhere else.

that’s when you saw him, he was with his friends, talking and some girls batting their lashes at him. he saw you and he smiled at you, raising a hand up to wave at you. you saw him and gave him a deadpan face before turning back to giselle, not even bothering to wave at him.

riki noticed this and wanted to catch up to you, ask why the hell were you like this but he held back, he wasn’t supposed to be the one chasing girls, it should be the opposite. so he stayed rooted to his spot, his eyes following after you.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

作者.ᐟ: sent my crush a vid abt his dih being small (im sry i was trying to make convo) and he said 'howd yk' i said 'they're cameras in ur house'.... rate my rizz gais (also if u want part 4 js comment!!) xoxo hyerimm

Part 4!

[baekhyunsbestie]

˗ˏˋ VIRAL! ˎˊ˗

𝟎𝟏. GAME START! ⤷ masterlist ⋆ ⟡ ࣪ ˖

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+ content / mdni ꒱ ˎˊ˗ streamer!baekhyun x f!reader. ~1k words. questionable ethics in romance lmaooo. stalking. invasion of privacy. manipulative charm. he is a blaring red flag, y'all.

baekhyun saw you once—just once—and decided that was enough. he was in love. struck. completely, irrevocably doomed.

but instead of, you know, being normal about it, he did something that would have any sane person running for the hills. in the span of a heartbeat, he pulled out his phone and hit record, capturing you in all your unknowing, breathtaking glory. it was barely a five-second clip—just you, minding your own business, oblivious to the man whose entire world had just tilted on its axis.

and then, because apparently, restraint was not in his vocabulary, he slapped that video onto tiktok with a caption that instantly cemented him as a walking red flag:

“saw the prettiest angel today… but she flew away before i could shoot my shot. do your thing, tiktok.”

unsurprisingly, the internet did exactly what he asked. the video exploded in record time, flooding fyp’s, group chats, and timelines like a digital wildfire.

your phone was the first casualty.

text after text, notification after notification—your screen lit up like a christmas tree. friends, family, coworkers—everyone and their mother had something to say.

“uhhh… why are you going viral on tiktok???”

“girl. GIRL. IS THIS YOU??”

“not you getting soft launched by a stranger LMAO”

and because curiosity got the best of you, you did the only reasonable thing left to do.

you slid into his dm’s.

baekhyun saw your message the second it came in.

he had been waiting—refreshing the app, pacing his apartment, checking his notifications like a man possessed. he'd taken a risk posting that video. sure, he'd been confident the internet would work its magic, but he hadn't accounted for the fact that you could’ve seen it and just… ignored him.

so when your username finally appeared in his dm’s—accompanied by a profile picture that confirmed it was you, the woman who had completely derailed his world in a single glance—he nearly fumbled his phone in his rush to open it.

you: sooo, did you know recording strangers in public is kinda weird?

your heart was still hammering from the decision to even message him. you had debated it for hours—oscillating between this is unhinged, i’m blocking him and well… i mean, it’s kinda flattering? against your better judgment, curiosity won out.

and then, of course, he responded immediately.

baekhyun_inb100: sooo, did you know ignoring your soulmate when fate literally put us in the same place is kinda rude?

your brows shot up. okay. bold. he had zero shame, apparently.

you scoffed, thumbs moving before you could think better of it.

you: fate didn’t do anything, you just weaponized the internet.

baekhyun laughed under his breath, leaning back against his couch. he liked you already. sharp. fast. no nonsense. if he had been on the fence about you before (he hadn’t), he definitely wasn’t now.

baekhyun_inb100: ‘weaponized’ is a strong word… i prefer ‘used my resources creatively.’

you: so creatively you had an entire app tracking me down?

your fingers hovered over your screen as you hit send, biting your lip. you weren’t gonna lie—there was something entertaining about this. he was flirting, obviously, but in a way that didn’t immediately make you want to throw your phone across the room.

on the other end, baekhyun grinned, practically buzzing with excitement now. he hadn’t expected this conversation to be fun. he figured you’d either chew him out or leave him on read—both outcomes he was willing to risk.

baekhyun_inb100: what can i say? desperate times call for viral measures.

you leaned back against your couch, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. the weird thing was—you should be annoyed. or at least mildly unsettled. but instead, you felt… amused? intrigued? maybe a little flattered, though you’d rather die than admit it.

you: and what exactly were you planning to do if tiktok didn’t find me?

baekhyun smirked at his screen, shaking his head. you were good.

baekhyun_inb100: suffer. dramatically.

you snorted.

you: and now that tiktok did find me?

your fingers hesitated as you typed the question, surprised by how much you actually wanted to know his answer.

baekhyun, on the other hand, barely even had to think about it.

baekhyun_inb100: take you on the best date of your life. unless you wanna break my heart right here in my dm’s. your call, angel. no pressure… kinda.

your breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden shift. you had been expecting more teasing, maybe another joke. but no—this was direct. confident. flirting laced with just the right amount of sincerity.

he was smooth. dangerously so.

but you weren’t gonna make this easy.

you: how do i know this will be the ‘best date of my life’ if you didn’t even have the balls to go up to me in person?

baekhyun groaned, dragging a hand down his face. okay. fair. but also—ouch.

baekhyun_inb100: okokok… first of all, RUDE? second of all, i was strategizing! clearly, it worked because now you’re here.

you rolled your eyes, smirking at your screen.

you: ohhhh, i see. so you’re saying the charm is only digital?

baekhyun clutched his chest, letting out an exaggerated gasp, even though no one was around to witness his suffering. digital only? please. he was dripping in real life charm. you’d see.

baekhyun_inb100: ouch... now i HAVE to take you out just to prove you wrong. lemme know when you're free, and i’ll make sure it’s the best decision of your life.

your heart skipped. you were not supposed to be this affected by some random man in your dm’s. and yet—here you were, staring at his message like an idiot.

finally, you typed back.

you: fine. one date. just to see if you live up to the hype.

baekhyun nearly whooped out loud, punching the air like he’d just won a championship. instead, he settled for a self-satisfied grin as he typed his reply.

baekhyun_inb100: spoiler alert, angel: i do. but i’ll let you find that out yourself.

[drfranklangdon]

Inspired by @captain-flint's post.

“It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” Having a crew like this behind you – even when things go wrong.” Tommy reflects, watching the 118’s relief over the text in the group chat. The group chat Tommy isn’t in. Understandably. He’s only been with Evan for five months. It was nice enough for Evan to invite him to come to the hospital and wait for Denny to get out of surgery with everyone.

“Especially when things go wrong.” Evan replies, letting his gaze linger like he really wants Tommy to take it in. It works, because Tommy feels his insides become just that much squishier and his grip on his coffee cup tightens enough to crush the styrofoam if he isn’t careful. “Oh my god, that’s it.”

“What?”

“I know how to break the curse.” Great. More curse talk. A part of Tommy was hoping with the more pressing matters of Denny being in the hospital, maybe Evan could go a few hours without mentioning Billy Boils. But as he looks at the clock on the wall, he sees it’s only been forty-five minutes since his last ‘not so fun’ fact about the outlaw.

Tommy shakes his head and takes a sip from his cup as Evan starts typing up a plan in his notes app. A plan that no doubt involves Tommy. Which he’s more than okay with. No matter what they’re doing, as long as Tommy is with his boyfriend, he’s satisfied. He’d be a little more satisfied if he could kiss Evan without risking getting an infection – but at least it hasn’t got in the way of other activities, like the blowjob he gave him this morning.

***

Thirty or so minutes later, Karen gathers everyone so they can sign Denny’s cast. Tommy is the only one who doesn’t stand up. Evan grabs his hand and pulls him. “C’mon babe, you too.” He shoots his boyfriend a look that reads ‘are you sure?’ and Evan doubles down, pulling him up with both hands now.

Tommy agrees, but when they get to the room, he stays back in the doorway. He’s not part of the 118 extended family. There wasn’t one when he was at the station, and he hasn’t been back in their lives long enough to warrant an invitation to join just yet. Maybe when he and Evan get more serious. Maybe when he finally asks him to move in will he feel part of the posse he’s always craved.

Everyone lines up and starts signing Denny’s cast – drawing or writing inside jokes and messages Tommy knows nothing about. He’s never even met Denny formally. Maybe back in the day, Karen brought him to the station when she occasionally picked Hen up. But he would have been a child then. Fuck, he’s old – he’s reminded looking at the kid who’s taller than his moms now.

Denny’s cast, withstanding the signatures, looks the same as the one Tommy had the summer he moved to LA. He broke it falling down the stairs during his worse and final fight with his father. He discharged himself from the hospital, hopped on a bus to California, and crashed on his cousin’s couch until he was healed. Once he was cleared, he was immediately deployed, needing to get as far away from his father as possible. Not like the bastard was looking for him.

No one signed his cast that summer. Not even his cousin. Which he’s thankful for. The only thing more pathetic than a blank cast is a cast with one measly, pity signature on it.

Tommy understood loneliness. It had been suffused into his bones for as long as he could remember. He learned feeling alone the majority of the time was just part of life. He had friends, made himself useful so he could occasionally be invited over to help out with a task and maybe get offered a beer or to hang around after. It was a temporary band-aid on the perpetually alone feeling he’s accustomed to.

It worked fine for him. For forty (plus) years, Tommy had to find a way to be content with being the loneliness he was stuck with. He nursed his injuries by himself, learned to cook meals for one, found enjoyment in being the only one in the theater at an afternoon movie.

Then Evan Buckley came into his life. His wonderful, bright eyed, golden retriever of a boyfriend who’s happiest when he’s surrounded by loved ones. Over the past five months, Evan has shown Tommy how incredible it is to have someone constantly by your side. To have a ‘Morning babe!!’ text with a dozen emojis waiting for him when he woke up and another wishing him a good night before bed. Evan will stop at nothing to remind Tommy he’s welcome in his life – all of it.

Eddie too. It took two hang outs before he was inviting Tommy over to show Christopher flight sim. He’s never had a boyfriend like Evan or a best friend like Eddie. He feels almost spoiled about it. His heart doesn’t know what to do with all this affection. For so long, being on his own was he all he’s known. And now he can’t remember the last time his calendar wasn’t stacked with outings and hang outs. He hasn’t had a lonely night in, feeling miserable and self-loathing since the night he saved Bobby and Athena. Since the 118 returned to his life.

Tommy’s brought back from his thoughts when Eddie shoves him. Evan is staring at him – wait – everyone is staring at him. Then he sees Denny holding out the sharpie towards him. “Aren’t you gonna sign too …” He looks over to Hen and she mouths his name. “… Tommy, right. I knew that.” Everyone laughs, Tommy included.

Maybe he does belong.

[zeroseuniverse]

Operation: Tell NO ONE

Word Count: 813 Summary:cHe went full rogue. He stopped texting in group chats. He started talking in vague code. He even started using voice memos to himself because someone (Haechan) couldn’t be trusted near his Notes app. It became a full-blown operation. Pairing: Mark X Reader

Taglist: @zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120

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Mark was a lot of things—talented, reliable, soft-spoken (until he wasn’t)—but what he wasn’t was secretive. The guy couldn’t lie to save his life. One accidental eyebrow twitch and his cover was blown. So when he decided he was finally going to confess to you—his best friend, his ride or die, the person he once accidentally called his “wife” during a group game and then choked on his water for ten minutes—he knew he had to take extreme measures. National security-level extreme. Because he loved his members, he really did, but they had zero chill.

It started with a notebook labeled: “DO NOT OPEN. NOT EVEN YOU, JENO.” He wrote down everything. The location (that coffee shop you loved with the cloud-shaped lights), the timing (right after your final exams), and the speech he might deliver if his nerves didn’t kill him first. The plan was simple: keep it quiet. No one needed to know.

So naturally, the first person he almost told was Haechan.

“Why are you acting weird, bro?” Haechan narrowed his eyes, slurping his smoothie with the intensity of a man ready to uncover a scandal.

“I’m not acting weird,” Mark said. Suspiciously fast. “You’re weird.”

“Ohoho~ it’s her, isn’t it? You finally gonna tell her?”

Mark blinked. “What? No—”

“DON’T LIE TO ME,” Haechan shouted, already whipping out his phone. “Group chat’s gonna eat this up—”

Mark launched across the couch like a man possessed and wrestled the phone out of his hands. “You can’t tell anyone. I mean it. If this leaks—”

Haechan pouted. “Fine. But you owe me bubble tea. With pearls. And rainbow jelly.”

He agreed. Bribery was a small price to pay for silence. But the damage was done. Mark was spiraling.

He went full rogue. He stopped texting in group chats. He started talking in vague code. He even started using voice memos to himself because someone (Haechan) couldn’t be trusted near his Notes app. It became a full-blown operation.

Operation: Don’t Tell a Soul.

He made a folder. Color-coded. Password protected. And then Jeno caught him muttering, “Phase three begins this Saturday…”

“You in the mafia or something?” Jeno asked, genuinely.

“…yes,” Mark said.

Jeno nodded, totally serious. “Stay safe, bro.”

But the walls were closing in. Jaemin cornered him in the kitchen two days later.

“Mark-hyung,” he said slowly, “why did Haechan say you’re planning a life-altering event?”

“I—he wasn’t supposed to—he promised—” Mark clutched the cereal box like it might protect him. “Okay. Look. I’m confessing. But don’t. Tell. Anyone.”

“Got it,” Jaemin nodded. “Mum’s the word.”

Five minutes later, Renjun passed him and casually went, “Congrats on finally growing a pair.”

Mark just groaned into his hoodie.

By the time D-day rolled around, Mark was unraveling like a cheap sweater. He’d triple-checked the café reservation. He ironed his shirt twice. He’d picked yellow tulips because Jaemin said they meant “cheerful thoughts,” which felt like the safest emotion to aim for when you were in love with your best friend and seconds away from blowing it all up.

He showed up thirty minutes early. Kept refreshing the menu, rereading the speech he’d written in his head a hundred times. When you walked in—five minutes early, of course—you spotted him instantly, hunched over his drink like it might whisper good advice.

You smiled, slid into the seat across from him, and said, “So. When are you going to tell me?”

Mark nearly knocked his drink over. “Wha—tell you what?”

“That you like me.”

His brain short-circuited. “Who—how—”

“Renjun,” you said smugly. “Haechan hinted. Jaemin basically winked it at me. And Jeno told me you were acting like a ‘shady Netflix protagonist,’ so I put it together.”

Mark slumped back in his seat, utterly betrayed.

“I had a folder,” he mumbled. “I had a plan.”

You leaned forward, smiling. “Well, I’m glad I found out. Saved you the nerves.”

He looked up at you, cheeks pink, voice small. “So… you’re not weirded out?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, Mark. I was hoping you’d finally say something.”

A beat passed. Then—

“Wait—you like me back?”

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Mark blinked. Then blinked again. Then smiled, the kind that started shy and turned stupidly bright. You reached across the table, lacing your fingers through his.

He grinned, finally relaxing. “I think I love you.”

“Maybe save that for phase four,” you teased.

Later that night, Mark opened the group chat.

Mark [11:03PM]: okay you guys SUCK at keeping secrets Haechan [11:04PM]: YOU SUCK AT HIDING THEM Jaemin [11:04PM]: you’re welcome Jeno [11:05PM]: proud of you bro Renjun [11:05PM]: don’t worry, we’ll keep the kiss details private Mark [11:06PM]: I’m blocking all of you.

And then he smiled into his pillow, kicking his feet like a teenager in love. Because he was. And finally, you knew.